Lily slipped quietly back into Chris's bedroom, her heart still warm from the conversation with Hannah. Chris lay on the bed, his breathing steady and peaceful. The bruises on his face had deepened to a purple hue, a stark reminder of her father's anger. Yet even with the injuries, he was undeniably handsome - the same strong jawline and distinguished features as his father.
As she perched carefully on the edge of the bed, trying not to disturb him, Chris's hand shot out suddenly, pulling her down beside him. Lily tumbled onto his chest with a surprised gasp, then quickly shifted when he winced in pain.
"Lily darling..." he murmured, his voice rough with discomfort.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry!" Lily scrambled to sit up, her face flushed with concern. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
