After's Kaden arrival, the doctor came in for a final evaluation. Seeing as she could walk on her own and could even run in place, he deemed her well enough to be discharged today or tomorrow. Unable to cope with the boredom of the hospital, Lina decided to go home.
"Come to my house," Kaden said. It wasn't a suggestion. It was a demand.
Kaden gripped her wrist, keeping her grounded by the door. His people were bringing the flowers downstairs to be donated to the other wards or the front desks, as there were far too many in her room.
"I have to pack," Lina responded. "And I don't know if we should move in—"
"For a woman who kissed me and professed her love, you sure are shy," Kaden deadpanned.
Lina's face burned. She glared at him, hoping it'd suppress the blush. It obviously didn't. His taut lips spread into a smirk. She'd love to wipe that arrogance off his stupid, handsome face.
"Come live with me," Kaden insisted.
