Chapter 74

Cecilia's pov 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 is a bit 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 hosp