Clara's POV
Maybe Layla could help me out. Was there a way she could put Derek in a coma for nine months so we wouldn't have to discuss this again?
Derek stood up to leave.
I wasn't ready to lose my very own personal masseur.
"I have a few important calls to make. I'll be in my office. Is there anything you need?" He asked.
I took a moment to think. "Lots of chocolate, yoghurt, and a fruit salad," I instructed.
Derek nodded, sending an order to the kitchen staff downstairs.
After the waiter arrived at his door, he took the liberty of collecting the food himself.
He handed me the food, and he even passed the TV remote as well.
"If you need anything, just shout, and I'll be right here." He said.
He turned around, ready to leave.
"Derek," I called.
"Yes," he turned around, stoppin
