ra held onto him silently, feeling his pain. The back of his head throbbed so much it made him nauseous-a clear sign of his anxiety.


    "Z, whatever medicine you give me, I''ll take it. Don''t worry about anything else right now. You need proper rest. I''ll be here to take care of you for the next few days. You need to sleep for three days straight."


    She ced her hands on his shoulders and took a deep breath. "I have some business stuff to sort out, but I''ll be back at noon. I''ll stay with you until tomorrow and bring you some food. Sound good?"


    Her voice was almost soothing. He swallowed hard and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Can you just not leave?"


    His voice was soft, and ra could still feel the warmthing from him. She closed her eyes and sank back onto the sofa. "I''ll push my meeting to noon, stay with you until then, and after my meeting, I''ll bring you something to eat. Then you can keep sleeping, okay?"


    He nodded slightly, mumbling a quiet "mm." ra only waited a few seconds before hearing his gentle breathing. He fell asleep so fast; did he not sleepst night either? What was on his mind all the time?


    At noon, she quietly got up, drove to her meeting, had a quick bite, and stopped by a fancy restaurant to pick up some takeout before rushing back to his ce.


    She had only driven a few blocks when she spotted Scarlette. Scarlette was standing by the road on her phone, adjusting her frameless sses with elegant fingers. ra stopped and honked twice.


    Scarlette looked over, raised an eyebrow, quickly ended her call, and walked over to ra''s car. "ra, did you sort things out with Eden?"


    ra had mentioned it briefly when she consulted awyerst time. "No further action. She''s backed by the Ferguson family, after all."


    Scarlette slipped into the passenger seat. "Perfect timing. Give me a lift? You wouldn''t believe how stressed I''ve been."


    She rubbed her temples, looking calm, but dark circles under her eyes hinted at her exhaustion.


    "What happened?"


    Just then, Scarlette''s phone rang again. She sighed, "What''s going on? Thanks to Mr. Dn mentioning I was considering marrying Morgan, Nichs has been relentless, trying to undermine my business. Even the Greenard family has started to notice."


    She hadn''t been back to the Greenard family in years, cutting ties to keep things smooth. Nichs was their golden child, and she couldn''t risk any rumors linking her, the adopted daughter, to him. She knew her limits.


    ra remembered Dn''s casualment and didn''t realize it would cause such chaos. Scarlette only vented for a moment before spotting the takeout boxes. "Who are you bringing food to?"


    "My boyfriend."


    Scarlette looked surprised, pausing before teasing, "You treat your guy well. When are you going to introduce him to us? Everyone''s curious about the mystery man you''re hiding. There are even bets going around."


    raughed it off. "Want me to drop you at home?"


    "Yes, please. I need rest. I''ve been in meetings for two days straight."


    With that, she leaned back and dozed off. ra could tell she was truly worn out. The car stopped outside their apartmentplex, and Scarlette seemed to float as she got out. ra turned the car around, heading back to Z.