He rushed towards me, his eyes searching mine. "Emma, I heard from Yolanda that you're not feeling well. What happened?"
His voice was laced with genuine concern as his eyes scanned my face, searching for signs of distress.
I sat up, my gaze meeting his. "You rushed back just because of that? You were busy with the ascending ceremony, Alex. You didn't have to come back."
His expression softened, his eyes holding a warmth that tugged at my heart. "Emma, your well-being is a priority. I couldn't focus on anything else, knowing you weren't feeling well."
My heart swelled at his worry, a conflicted mixture of emotions swirling within me. On the one hand, his immediate return showcased the depth of his care for me. On the other hand, it intensified the frustration and hurt that he had kept so much from me. I needed answers, and I needed him to understand the gravity of his actions.
