Chapter 74

Cecilia I closed the door behind me with a soft click, my heartbeat quickening. I approached the large bed, stopping about three feet away, trying my best to appear professionally concerned. "How is your wound, Alpha Sebastian?" But my question hung in the air, unanswered. I stood there awkwardly, unsure what to do next. Alpha Sebastian was reading a book, his dark lashes lowered, head bent slightly. From the moment I knocked until now, he hadn't even glanced up to acknowledge my presence. About a minute passed in uncomfortable silence. Finally, his long, pale fingers turned a page with deliberate slowness—the movement oddly graceful—before he spoke. "Cecilia, don't you think your concern comes rather late?" His voice filled the quiet room—cool, distant, with an edge of mockery. My smile, already stiff, froze completely on my face. [Definitely not good.] I gave a polite smile, keeping my tone light. “I actually wanted to stop by earlier, but there were too many people around the hospit