**Kamila's Perspective**
He carried me into the hospital, his grip firm yet careful.
"You can leave now, Kamila," I said, though I knew he wouldn't listen.
"Doctor, please examine her," Nario insisted, ignoring my protests.
The pain in my leg was becoming unbearable, and I tried to hide it, but Nario seemed to sense it.
After a quick examination, the doctor spoke up. "She's sustained a minor injury, but we need to treat it immediately."
Once the treatment was done, Nario re-entered the room.
"Thank you, doctor. Is there anything else I should do?" Nario asked.
"No, nothing further is necessary. But she should come back tomorrow for a follow-up, and try to keep her off her feet as much as possible," the doctor advised.
"Understood. Thank you," Nario replied.
"It's late," the doctor added, glancing at the clock.
Nario turned to me. "Let's go."
"I'll be fine. I can go on my own," I replied, trying to assert some independence.
"At least let me take you home," he insisted.
I hesitated. An idea suddenly formed in my mind—a way to stay close to him, to keep him within my sights.
"I... I don't have a home. I grew up in an orphanage," I said softly, letting my voice falter to sell the lie.
Nario's expression softened, just as I'd hoped. "You live in an orphanage?" he repeated, as if trying to confirm it.
"Yes," I replied, lowering my head to add to the act.
"Then you'll come with me," he decided.
"What? No!" I protested, though I'd been planning for him to suggest it.
"Just for a few days," he reassured me. "I swear I won't do anything to you. You have nothing to fear."
Though I loathed playing the role of a helpless, innocent girl, I knew it was necessary. I needed to stay close to him, to learn his plans.
Reluctantly, I nodded, knowing this was the only way to achieve my goal.
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He carried me to the car and gently placed me inside. We were now heading to his house. The drive was quiet and somewhat awkward, with neither of us saying a word.
When we finally arrived, I got out of the car, taking in the sight of his home.
"Will you be able to walk?" Nario asked.
"Yes, I can manage," I replied.
As I stepped inside, I was struck by the interior—far more impressive than the exterior. Everything was luxurious and beautiful, momentarily taking my breath away.
"Go straight to the room and rest. If you need anything, the kitchen is downstairs," Nario instructed.
"Thank you. I've caused you a lot of trouble," I said, feeling a bit guilty.
"It's no trouble. Come on," he replied, leading me to the room before leaving me to rest.
I decided to lie down for a while; my leg was still throbbing with pain.
**Nario's Perspective**
It was 8:34 PM.
"Go and call Kamila," I instructed Jasna, my maid.
"Yes, sir," she replied and went upstairs to fetch her.
I waited at the dining table, ready for dinner. A few minutes later, she appeared.
"Good evening," she greeted.
"Did you rest?" I asked.
"Yes, thank you. I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble," she said again, almost apologetically.
"It's not a problem for me. Please, sit and eat something," I urged.
She sat down, and Jasna served us dinner.
"Thank you, this is delicious," Kamila said to Jasna.
"I'm glad you like it. Enjoy your meal," Jasna responded warmly.
Then I turned to Kamila, my tone more serious. "Well... are you going to tell me the truth now?"
"The truth about what?" she asked, feigning innocence.
"Jasna, leave us alone," I said, dismissing the maid.
After she left, I leaned in slightly. "What were you doing at 'Fedre'?" I asked directly.
Kamila tried to act surprised. "Are you asking if I was following you?"
"Yes," I replied. "Why were you following me?"
"I wasn't following you! Where did you get that idea? I was just—"
"Enough with the lies," I cut her off. "It's clear you were following me. You've been caught."
She looked flustered. "What are you talking about?"
"Tell me the truth," I insisted. "Who are you?"
"I swear, the horse got out of control and just kept running. I didn't know that area was off-limits—"
"Don't you see the signs? There's a clear warning that it's a restricted area, and you ignored it," I said, my patience wearing thin.
She shot back, "Why are you interrogating me like a police officer? If it's a restricted area, what were *you* doing there?"
"Do I owe you an explanation?" I retorted, my voice turning colder.
"Why do you always respond so coldly?" she asked, frustration creeping into her tone.
"Because that's just who I am," I replied, my expression hardening.
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Ivano: "Nario?"
Ivano interrupted, entering the room and stopping in his tracks, clearly shocked by what he saw.
Nario: "Come in, Ivano."
Ivano: "What's going on here, Nario?"
Nario: "I'll explain. Come on."
Kamila, clearly frustrated, stood up abruptly. "I'm tired of being polite to you," she said before walking out of the room.
Ivano watched her leave, bewildered. "What the hell was that? Who is she?"
Nario: "She was following me today when I met Roan."
Ivano's expression turned to one of disbelief. "What does this mean? Shouldn't she be dead?"
Nario: "I couldn't kill her. There was an accident when I tried to capture her, and I ended up taking her to the hospital instead."
Ivano: "And you brought her here? What are you thinking, Nario? Are you trying to sabotage our plans?"
Nario: "I have a better idea. Just hear me out."
**Kamila's Perspective**
I headed straight to my room after what Nario said. It was clear that he was beginning to doubt me. I needed to come up with a plan, and quickly. My thoughts kept drifting to the man downstairs, and what my next move should be...