Kael’s POV
Isla ca to visit Raven to check on him, and along with that, she visited Roman and Jason as well.
She was guided to the side room of the suite where Raven was playing, with Rafe by his side, while Lucian had gone out.
"You are doing really well, Raven," Isla said after having her one-way conversation with him, where he replied with so actions or silence.
"Now all you have to do is try to talk," she added. "I know you can, and all of us are eager to hear your sweet voice. Eager to hear you call your parents daddy and mommy. Don’t you want that as well?"
Raven looked at Eira and , to which both of us offered him an encouraging nod.
He stayed quiet, as if wondering what to do. We didn’t force him.
Isla turned to Eira. "You are glowing these days."
Just like Raven, Eira didn’t know how to reply. Sudden praise seed to have startled her.
Isla smiled and said, "How about you co with and we can talk? It’s been a while since we had a nice chat. I am sure you have things you want to talk about."
Eira’s eyes lit up as if she truly wished for it. Isla guessed it right.
"You can go with Isla. The hospital is safe, and you can go anywhere here," I assured her.
"We will be just on this floor, taking a walk around," Isla assured as well.
Both of them left, while I asked Rafe, "Where’s Lucian? It’s been a while since he went out."
"Must be sowhere soothing his burning heart," Rafe chuckled. "If he doesn’t return after so ti, just call him."
I understood the reason and decided to wait for him.
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Eira’s POV
These days, so many things were happening with that I truly needed soone to talk to, a friend, a woman who could understand it. And Isla felt like the one.
I followed her out, unsure what I would even talk about, but maybe once we started talking, things would co out on their own. Moreover, Isla had the knack of understanding one’s mind, so I was sure she would lead in the right direction. She was like a mirror where one could see their own mind being unravelled.
Just as we left the room and took a turn in the corridor, I saw a figure standing by the wall, facing the window opposite and smoking in silence, his expression as if he was deep in thought.
For a mont my gaze was stuck to him. Sothing about him, made not look away.
The way his tall and perfect stood there with one hand tucked in pants pocket, other busy holding cigaret, and one leg folded back to rest on the wall behind. His hair slightly ruffled.
The way the cigaret settled between his long fingers, the way he let out a smoke from his mouth in the coolest way I had ever seen.
It was difficult to look away from him.
Lucian. He looks smoking hot.
Sensing our presence, Lucian looked at us, at , as if Isla didn’t exist to his eyes.
His calm, yet drunk and dark looking eyes t with mine.
I got back to my senses. What’s wrong with to find a smoking man hot and attractive. Smoking is unhealthy for my baby. I should leave quickly.
But he had already extinguished the cigarette right in his palm and crushed it without fear of the burn, though it would be nothing for him. His other hand dispersed the smoke in the air before we reached there.
He cared that I would inhale that smoke.
But, he looked so serious that I didn’t know what to say to him and decided to walk past him quietly with Isla, who had offered him a light nod.
But even before I could walk past him, my hand was held, making stop.
I looked at my hand, then at him, with a puzzled gaze. Has he stopped to ask where I was going?
"I am—"
"I believe you don’t mind waiting for her," he said to Isla without letting finish, and then looked back at as if he had already made a decision for .
"I’ll wait for her in my office," Isla said and left.
I was about to speak once more, and ask him what happened, but before that I was already pulled toward him. My hands instinctively rested against his chest while his arms surrounded .
What’s wrong with him? Why does he look as if sothing’s bothering him?
His drunk and dangerously calm gaze never left my face, my eyes. One hand moved to caress my cheek, his gaze then wandered over my face as if he had never seen before.
"What’s wrong?" I finally asked, unable to endure his wordless behaviour.
He looked straight into my eyes and said in a low, throaty voice, "I am also hurt. Isn’t it unfair that I don’t get special care and attention from you?"
The intensity in his eyes and his voice made my heart stir.
"Special... what...?" I mumbled, my gaze trying to understand him.
His gaze dropped to my lips, his thumb gently caressing my lower lip. He looked back at , letting know his intentions through his suggestive gaze and action.
He was talking about the kiss Roman got.
Is he jealous?
Does he want a kiss as well?
His face leaned closer, his lips lingering against mine in a gentle caress. I could sll the scent of smoke that still lingered on his breath, but I didn’t find it repulsive.
Instead, I liked it. Maybe my pregnancy hormones were playing tricks on , as I never really liked smoke before. But not only did I find this smoking man hot, I even wished to revel in his scent.
He tilted my head up, his hand tangled in my hair, and captured my lips with his even before I my mind could understand what was happening with .
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