Cerene's POV
“Peter… please, dont take me to the hospital,” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath as he carried me through the cool evening air on the restaurant terrace.
My head rested heavily against his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat. I let my body go completely limp in his arms, fingers clutching weakly at his shirt.
The night breeze brushed over us, but all I could focus on was the warmth of his body and the familiar scent of his cologne.
He stopped near a quiet corner of the terrace, lowering me gently onto a wooden bench.
His hands lingered on my shoulders for a moment longer than necessary, brows furrowed with genuine worry. “We’re going right now. You look too pale, Cerene. This isn’t something we should ignore.”
I caught his hand before he could pu
