Blanche's POV
When I spoke up without asking Vincent to release me, his chest seemed to tighten with a sudden flash of pain—like something had crushed him from within.
A relieved smile crossed his face as he pushed himself up from the hospital bed. "Let me carry you," he whispered softly.
I felt sticky and disgusting, my entire body uncomfortable. Hearing Vincent's offer, I couldn't stop myself from wondering, 'Will he think I reek?'
Embarrassment flooded through me.
I paused before responding, a hint of defiance creeping into my voice. "Vincent, it's just a fever. I can handle this myself."
The moment those words left my lips, the smile that had just brightened Vincent's eyes vanished entirely.
Seeing his expression shift, I started to clarify, but before I could utter a word, Vincent had already climbed out of bed. He pulled back the blanket and swept me up into his arms.
