Drake's POV
After taking a few moments to compose myself—thanks to the little stunt Leila pulled before darting into the hospital—I finally made my way inside. My heart was still racing, and I could feel the lingering heat in my cheeks. Damn that woman knew how to get under my skin in the most delightful and infuriating ways.
As I walked through the bustling corridors, I spotted Leila standing near the waiting area, chatting animatedly with Nelly and Lucas. The three of them seemed to be sharing a lighthearted moment, laughter echoing softly amidst the sterile hospital environment. I couldn't help but smile at the sight; seeing Leila so relaxed and happy warmed something deep inside me.
As I approached, Lucas looked up and immediately took note of my still-flustered state. A mischievous grin spread across his face. "Hey Drake, why do you look so... flustered?" he asked, eyebrow raised in mock innocence.
