Seraphina's POV
After breakfast, I pushed back from the table and stood up carefully, making sure not to jostle my injured arm. "That was the most difficult breakfast of my life," I declared dramatically.
Adrian's lips twitched as he rose beside me. "Was it really that hard to sit still and be fed?"
Heat crept up my neck. "Yes! I felt like a baby!"
"You seemed to enjoy it," he said, his voice dropping to that low, teasing tone that always made my stomach flip.
My face burned hotter. "I did not!"
"Your blush says otherwise."
I glared at him playfully, desperate to change the subject. "Shouldn't you be getting late for the office, Mr. Blackwood?"
He tilted his head, looking far too amused. "I'm the CEO. If I don't go to the office, it will be fine."
I blinked. "That's... not how jobs work."
"Mine does," he continued smoothly, ignoring my protest, "Moreover, I need to take care of a patient."
