Two days slipped by so fast, and mostly in a blur.
Oliver's condition finally improved, and the doctor gave the green light for them to go home.
Evelyn is thrilled to return to her apartment and enjoy her own bed, the fresh air, and her latte.
Of course, she wanted to leave home quickly before Axel returned, like the terrifying CEO-turned-overprotective-husband-in-training.
He had flown back to the capital yesterday for some "urgent business." At least that he told her.
But obviously, her mind starts to guess; he's probably moving mountains, crushing rivals, or buying a city for fun. Who knew?
But even when he's away, the man is something. Axel being "gone" doesn't mean peace. No, he left her with a small army of his staff; efficient, polite, and terrifyingly good at their jobs.
She hadn't touched a single hospital form. She hadn't even seen a bill. Everything had been "taken care of." By him. Naturally.
It was enough to make her both grateful and a little weird.
