Kamille's POV
As we stepped into the hallway, the soft click of the door closing behind us echoed in the corridor. I met his gaze, searching for any hint of his intentions in the depths of his eyes. But his expression remained unreadable.
I gathered some courage and broke the silence that hovered us. "I'm sorry." I began, my words hesitant as if carefully chosen. "I hate to have imposed my problems on you, to have burdened you with my issues."
"But Kamille, you'll never ever be a burden to me, okay?" He insisted, his eyes pleading with me to understand. "Everything I did, I did because I wanted to. Because I care about you, about Royer, about your Kids. So please, never feel like you're a burden to me."
"Thank you, Zeke." I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. "You saved my baby, and I'll be grateful to you forever."