It was nearly 8 p.m. when Lucas finally rushed to the hospital after a long day at work.
Beauty had eaten a light meal earlier but grew bored lying in bed.
After flipping through a book for a while, she dozed off with her head tilted to the side.
The door creaked softly as Lucas pushed it open.
Seeing her slumped awkwardly against the headboard, his brows furrowed slightly.
Without hesitation, he strode over, slipped an arm around her waist, and lifted her effortlessly, gently settling her back onto the bed.
To his surprise, she was a light sleeper.
The moment her body touched the mattress, her large, round eyes fluttered open, locking onto his strikingly handsome face.
For a brief second, she simply stared, too dazed to speak.
"Since you're awake, let's go home," he said, his voice low and steady.
"It's chilly outside—it rained earlier.
Put on my jacket so you don't catch another cold.
The last thing you need is to make things worse."
