Sebastian POV
Alina woke up one day with a fever. It was so bad that I wanted to take her to the hospital but she vehemently refused.
I pressed my palm against Alina's forehead again, feeling the heat radiating from her skin.
"We need to go to the hospital. This fever is too high."
"No." Her voice was barely a whisper, but the fear in her eyes was sharp and clear.
"Please, Sebastian. No hospitals."
"Alina..."
"They'll recognize me." She gripped my wrist weakly.
"After everything in the tabloids... I can't face those stares, those whispers. Please."
My jaw tightened. The scandal from three weeks ago still followed us like a shadow, photographers, gossip columns, strangers with their cameras ready.
I was still dealing with the aftermath in the company. It was obvious that Mada
