Chapter 31: A Slice of Reprieve

Abigail’s POV

The doctor mistook us for a couple, even going so far as to scold Charles for being “overly enthusiastic” and causing “minor injuries.” I wanted the floor to swallow me whole, but Charles, ever unbothered, nodded, asking for notes, as if this were completely normal. His nonchalance only worsened my embarrassment, and I barely managed a coherent response as we left, determined to call a cab and go home.

But Charles had other plans, intercepting me at the curb and steering me toward his car. He left no room for argument, his authoritative tone and steady hand on my arm guiding me back. My annoyance simmered, but part of me was too tired to resist. His presence was somehow… grounding, and I found myself leaning into the strange comfort of his dominance.