Page 133 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 1
"Take it easy for a few days," he instructed.
"Thank you," I murmured.
Dr. Ridge nodded and gave me a small smile. Professor Hunter walked him out of the room.
"What about her memory?" James asked as soon as they were out of the room. I closed my eyes and listened.
"She's just in shock. She should be fine in the morning. Call me if she's still having trouble with her memory."
"Thank you for coming out, Steven."
"Did you want to tell me what happened tonight?"
"A sequence of unfortunate events is all."
"I see. How old is she?"
"Old enough." Professor Hunter sounded defensive.
"Does Isabella know?"
Professor Hunter didn't answer. Or at least, I couldn't hear his answer. I bit my lip.
"Put some ice on that eye, James."
I heard the elevator ding. A moment later James walked back into the room. He walked to my side of the bed and sat down on the edge. "Stay still," he said. He dotted some salve onto my forehead. It felt good to be taken care of after so many weeks of feeling completely alone.
"Why are you crying? Does it hurt?" he asked.
I shook my head. He placed a white bandage over the stitches. I watched his face as he applied the medical tape to keep it in place. I suddenly felt homesick.
"I want to go home."
"Penny, you are home." He cupped my chin in his hand.
"Please, Professor Hunter."
"I'm not letting you out of my sight." He sat down next to me and pulled my head onto his chest. His tantalizing scent made me feel numb.
"I need to go home." Tears began to well in my eyes. I missed my parents. I needed to talk to my mom. "Please."
He kissed my forehead. "You need rest."
His cologne had completely engulfed me. I looked down at my lap. "Why am I wearing one of your shirts?"
"I didn't want Dr. Ridge to see you in the outfit you were wearing earlier."
"You undressed me?"
"Yes."
How long had I been passed out?"You shouldn't have done that."
"Penny, I've seen you naked plenty of times."
I looked up at him. "You're not allowed to see people naked that you've ignored for two weeks. That's not how things work. You've got everything backwards." I was rambling. I wasn't even sure what I was saying.
"In that case, I'm sorry."
