Lilia wondered if her tear-blurred vision was playing tricks on her. Had she really seen that change in Zethan's eyes? The sharp glint that flickered for just a moment—was it real, or was her mind playing tricks on her?
Her heartbeat quickened as heat crept up her neck. The way Zethan's lips rested against her skin made her hyper-aware of his presence.
Before she could dwell on it further, the door opened, revealing the doctor, followed by a woman who appeared to be a cleaner. The woman carried well-organized cleaning equipment, her focus locked on wiping away the traces of blood that had dripped onto the floor.
The doctor's eyes widened slightly as she took in the scene. Lilia's clothes were stained, the deep red contrasting starkly against the fabric. Zethan's shirt bore similar marks, as did the bedsheets beneath him. She inwardly berated herself for not assigning a nurse to stay with Lilia, though she knew why she hadn't.