The next morning, I woke up with a dull ache in my leg. It wasn’t unbearable, but it reminded me of how I had fallen yesterday, humiliating myself right in front of Derek and Mira. I shifted slightly on the bed, trying not to move too much, but the stiffness made me let out a quiet groan.
Before I could even sit up properly, the door opened, and Derek walked in. He was already dressed in a crisp shirt and trousers, looking like he hadn’t slept much. His eyes went straight to me, sharp but filled with something softer I couldn’t explain.
“You should stay still,” he said, walking closer. He placed a tray of food on the table beside the bed. “I asked Mira to prepare breakfast. You don’t need to stress yourself.”
I forced a small smile, though it felt heavy. “You don’t have to do all this.
