Chapter 486 The Feeling of Being Needed


    Jean wasn’t sure how long he nned to sleep.


    Eventually, out of sheer boredom, she just sat there ying on her phone.


    After that, it somehow became their shared secret, an unspoken rule. No one knew that Hector’s so–called therapy sessions were just him taking naps in front of her. That was it. Nothing more.


    At first, Jean had genuinely hoped to help him work through his psychological issues. But after all this, she pretty much gave up. If the patient didn’t want to talk and only wanted to sleep, what was the point of trying?


    That said, she did protest at some point.


    If all he wanted was to nap while she sat there, she didn’t really see the purpose of continuing. She came into this trying to help, not to babysit someone who treated sleep like therapy.


    And if Hector had no interest in getting better and just wanted to be unconscious in her presence, she wasn’t going to keep wasting her time.


    But when she said all that, Hector didn’t argue or exin.


    He just quietly lowered his gaze, his entire expression unreadable. The shadows in his eyes darkened until something bleak and hollow settled in his features. And then, for the first time, Jean saw something she never expected to see from him–an actual trace of vulnerability.


    “Having you here helps me sleep,” he said after a long silence.


    Jean blinked. That sentenceing out of <i>his </i>mouth waspletely surreal.


    But his expression was dead serious.


    She could tell he meant every word.


    For a second, it almost felt like she was important to him. That she wasn’t just sitting there–she was helping him. That feeling of being needed caught her off guard.


    Originally, she’d been nning to tell him she couldn’t do this anymore. Watching someone sleep wasn’t her idea of productive. Her time wasn’t exactly disposable.


    But now that he’d said that…


    She scratched the back of her head, unsure of what to say.


    “As long as I can sleep,” Hector continued, his voice low and tired, “I think I’ll be in a better mood.”


    When he looked at her, Jean actually saw something soft behind his usual cold stare. Something almost pitiful.


    She knew she should turn him down. Should cut this weird dynamic off before it got even stranger. But faced with that look–like she was the only one keeping him sane–she just couldn’t say it.


    She could feel it clearly.


    He needed her.


    Chapter 486 The Feeling of Being Needled


    <b>And </b>for <b>reasons </b>she couldn’t quite exin, she let it happen.


    She didn’t say yes, but she didn’t say no either. That silence was all it took.


    After that, he didn’t stop at sleeping. He started asking her to cat with him. To go on drives along <b>empty </b>back roads.


    Jean didn’t understand what was happening anymore. Had everyone forgotten she was supposed <b>to </b><b>be </b><b>his </b>therapist?


    She wasn’t here to keep himpany like some kind of emotional support pet.


    She said as much. She even turned him down a few times.


    But whenever she did, he’d show her that same lonely, downcast expression. And then he’d say something like, “I’ve never tried this before. I just want to see if it helps.”


    So in the end, for the sake of Hector’s so–called mental health, she always gave <ol><li>in. </li></ol>


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