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"Enough that we don’t need to worry about him escaping the hospital. The bastard could barely walk."
I noticed a half-smile of satisfaction on Michael’s face when he said that. I couldn’t blame him. I liked the idea of that creep getting what he deserved.
Only then did I focus on something else important: Michael had done all that to protect me.
"How are you feeling?" he asked. His voice had lost its light tone and now sounded a bit distressed.
I answered honestly, "Like I’ve been run over by ten tractors, five tanks, and a steamroller." Truthful and specific.
"Is it the same as the ‘hangover’ after the company party?"
"It’s the same symptoms, but way more intense."
"I figured. I guess that answers our doubts about whether we were drugged that day. This time, they probably gave you a higher dose to make it act faster."
"Will it take long for this to wear off?"
He stood up and picked up the mug from the side table, informing me, "Since I figured you’d be like this, I told your grandma yesterday that you’d spend the day here with me. I said we’d take Sunday to decide some things for the wedding. So, you can relax and rest as much as you need. I’ll take you home tonight."
I agreed, knowing that in my current state, there was no way I could pretend nothing had happened in front of my grandma.
Michael continued, "There are clean towels, soap, a new toothbrush, and anything else you might need in the bathroom. My mom sometimes stays here, and she always leaves some clothes, so I picked a few things foryou. It’s a pajama set, kind of tacky, but she’s about your height, so it should fit and keep you comfortable for the day."
"Thank you," I said, not just for the towels or pajamas, but for everything.
For saving me, and for taking care of me. The tiredness on his face made it clear he hadn’t slept much that night.
He shook his head, looking uncomfortable with the gratitude.
"Actually, I’m the one who owes you an apology for all this. But we’ll talk about that later. I’ll get you some breakfast. I’ll be downstairs whenever you want to come down, take your time."
And before I could reply, he hurried out of the room.
I stayed there for a while, sitting and replaying everything he had told me and his reaction.
I understood that he felt guilty for all of it, but the truth was, the blame lay with awful people like the Harrises. It had definitely been another one of their schemes.
Michael was a victim in all of this, not the culprit.
Finally, I got up and went to the bathroom in the suite where I’d been put up. I took a long shower—not just to relax, but because my movements were still too slow. I put on the clothes he’d picked out for me and, when I looked in the mirror, I laughed, realizing he was right: they were kind of tacky, in a flashy way. Horribly pink, decorated with sequins—or whatever those shiny things were.
My mother-in-law was definitely a character.
Wait...My mother-in-law?
She was Michael’s mom, that was all. My engagement to him was a lie, and I needed to keep that very clear in my mind.
Leaving the bathroom, my stomach growled with hunger, and I thought the idea of going downstairs and having that breakfast Michael mentioned sounded pretty good. I opened the bedroom door, ready to leave, when I was attacked by a wild creature. A real savage wolf.
I screamed in terror as I was thrown to the floor.
Chapter Thirty-Two
MICHAEL
I was sitting at the dining room table, waiting for Camila, when I heard a terrified scream coming from upstairs.
I jumped to my feet and ran up the stairs as fast as I could, my mind racing through every possible scenario of what could be happening. I mentally prepared for any kind of emergency, ready to defend her from whatever attack might be occurring.
