"You're awake? We stepped out to get you some food and buy you new medicine since you're running low." Hera's cheerful voice was the first thing Leo heard.
The female doctor, who had been moments away from placing her stethoscope against his bare chest, paused and turned. Her eyes landed on the girl in the wheelchair, her arm and leg in casts, yet her beauty shone through undiminished.
If anything, the touch of fragility only heightened her allure, evoking a protectiveness that few men could resist.
What struck harder, however, was the warmth in Hera's tone when she addressed Leo. It spoke of closeness, of familiarity, something that made the female doctor's gaze darken as jealousy flickered across her face.
Her brows knit together, but she quickly schooled her expression the moment she noticed Dr. Zhane Everett following behind Rafael and Hera. With the hospital's youngest director present, she dared not risk appearing inappropriate.
