Chapter 1077

Only Bethany and Trystan remained in the hallway. Bethany shifted uneasily, her mind replaying the day's events with unnerving clarity. She hadn't thought she'd be back here so soon. She hesitated, unsure of whether to speak, when the world suddenly spun—Trystan had swept her up into his arms. "Put me down!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with panic. "The doctor told you not to strain yourself. Let go!" Trystan's arms tightened around her. "Stop wriggling and let me carry you inside. The more you fight, the more energy you're making me use." She froze at once, muttering, "This is absurd. I won't let you off the hook if your condition worsens!" "Yeah, keep me on the hook if it comes to that." After entering the bedroom, he kicked the door shut and dropped Bethany onto the bed. She moved to sit up, but he held her down, pressing their bodies close together. Bethany's cheeks flared with embarrassment. She shifted slightly, hoping to put a little space between them. "Don't move,"