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All that concern and fear that had been coursing through her evaporated and was now replaced with raw anger. He’d moved to his room without consulting her or checking with her. What if he’d injured himself in the process? She’d just about freed him from all the various screens and tubes connected to him, and he’d decided to shift to his own room. How careless was that?

“Which one is his room?” she calmly asked Tyrion.

“First floor, the wing across from yours. Just climb the stairs, take a left, and go to the last room at the end.”

She handed her notes to Su Min. “Take these and present them on my behalf to Dr. Williams. I need to have a talk with our patient.”

Su Min caught up to her as she began walking away. “Dr. Williams won’t like it if you’re not there in person to address him. You know how difficult he can be.”

“Right now, I don’t care about him very much. I only care about ensuring my patient doesn’t do something stupid and hurt himself, and thus take us back days in his recovery.”

Pivoting, Reina marched up the stairs.

“Reina, wait,” Su Min called out.

But Reina ignored her. She was so damn angry right now. Just what the hell did Vedant Oshnov think of himself? She was going to give him a piece of her mind.

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Reina hurried down in the direction of Vedant’s room, passing several doors until she reached the one at the end. She knocked on the double doors, seeking entry. On hearing no response, she pulled it open and entered into a large, modern sitting room, done primarily in white and grey.

“Mr. Oshnov,” she called out.

No reply. Where was he? Oh God, had the stupid man injured himself? Was he lying hurt and wounded somewhere inside? Without another thought, she sped to the bedroom beyond the living room. She opened her mouth to call out to him and froze.

Vedant was exiting what looked to be a walk-in wardrobe, his chest bare and dressed only in sweatpants. He was wiping his face with a towel in one hand, while his other hand was running through his hair. Her heart began to gallop in her chest. Hot. Damn.

She’d already seen him in swimming trunks. By now, she knew exactly what his body looked like. Yet, she stared at him, wide-eyed. Vedant looked… phenomenal. Freshly bathed, water droplets still dripping down his bare chest, his hair damp, andhis beard trimmed to a barely there stubble, he was… Good God, he was breathtaking.

He looked up and froze on seeing her.Look away from him. Focus Reina, and stop staring at his abs or his face or his chest or… Stop staring, period.

A brilliant smile etched on his face. It stole her breath away.

“Hi.”

“Umm…”

He chuckled, sounding very amused. It snapped her out of her daze.

“What is wrong with you?” she stormed. “How could you decide to shift out of the care room without consulting me?”

He stared at her, his gaze heating as it roamed over her white shirt and the simple grey leggings, she’d teamed with it.

“You’re very clever, you know,” he told her. “I know what you’re doing.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She slammed her hands on her hips. “I’m so mad at you. Do you have no regard for your own well-being?”

He lowered his chin a fraction. “I’m fine, Reina. I’d been confined in that room for way too long. I wanted to return to my own room and wear my own clothes, and shower in my own bathroom. That’s all.”

“You’ve barely healed and you climbed a whole bunch of stairs?”

His brows quirked. “We have an elevator.”

“Oh!” she breathed out. She hadn’t known that. Had never bothered to find out.

He neared her slowly, the limp in his leg still pronounced. Reaching her, he plucked her glasses from her nose. Before she could react to that, he removed the tight clip from her head. Her hair tumbled down her back.

“There you are, my beautiful Reina. I see you.”

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