Chapter 63
63
~Darlon’s POV
I stayed seated beside her bed all day, unwilling to leave, unwilling to let her out of my sight. Every little movement she made made my chest tighten with concern, but finally, finally, she stirred and opened her eyes, looking at me with that soft, tired smile I had been waiting for.
“Darlon she whispered, her voice weak but steady.
“Hey,” I murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “How are you feeling p>
“I… I don’t really know,” she said after a pause. “It’s all so hazy. I just felt… a rush of memories, I think. They were fuzzy, but enough to cloud my mind. I honestly have no idea what that was p>
I nodded slowly, letting her words settle in my mind. I reached out, holding her hand in both of mine. “You’re fine now,” I said softly, my thumb brushing over her knuckles. “Nothing is wrong anymore. Just rest, okay? That’s all you need p>
She nodded, relaxing a little, and I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. The tension in my chest eased slightly, replaced with the warmth of relief.
Then, the door opened quietly, and Janae stepped in. Her eyes lit up at the sight of her friend looking more herself. She bowed respectfully to me. “Alpha Darlon. I’m glad to see she’s doing better,” she said, her voice filled with genuine relief. “Thank you… for taking care of her p>
I shook my head. “It’s nothing. She’s my wife. I wouldn’t leave her side p>
She smiled faintly but looked at the clock on the wall. “I need to go. I just received a call from my company about an emergency. I should take care of it p>
Elara squeezed my hand weakly and nodded. “Thank you, Janae. For everything p>
I stood and gestured to Fridolf. “Have him drop you home p>
David, who had been leaning casually against the doorframe, shook his head. “No, I’ll take her. I insist p>
Both Elara and I watched them argue for a few seconds, exchanging amused glances. “You two sound like children,” I said, laughing softly, watching David smirk stubbornly.
Finally, Janae relented, and they left, both being teased by the other half the way out. I closed the door behind them and turned back to Elara, who was now smiling faintly at me. I leaned down, pressing gentle kisses to her temple, her cheek, and her hair. “You scared me today,” I murmured, nuzzling against her.
She let out a soft laugh. “I’m fine now. Really p>
As the night settled, she grew stronger, more like herself. We had dinner together, laughing softly over trivial things, and I could feel her energy returning with every bite. Later, we fell asleep wrapped around each other, the soft rhythm of her breathing and the steady warmth of her body next to mine washing away every bit of the tension and fear from earlier.
The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, and I stirred to find her already awake, sitting up in bed with a light robe draped over her. Her hair fell in gentle waves around her face, her eyes still a little heavy from sleep, but there was a spark in them that made my chest tighten.
“I… I think I want to get ready for work,” she said quietly, her voice soft but determined.
I reached out, taking her hand in mine and gently squeezing. “Elara… you need more rest,” I said softly, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You’ve been through a lot. Staying home today isn’t giving up, it’s taking care of yourself p>
She hesitated, opening her mouth to argue, then paused and sighed. “I guess you’re right,” she said, her voice tinged with reluctance. “I’ll stay home and rest p>
I smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her forehead, lingering there for a moment. “Good. I’ll be back before you know it, and I promise we’ll have the rest of the day for ourselves. Just relax. That’s all I want p>
She leaned back against the pillows, and I watched her for a moment, marveling at how peaceful she looked. Finally, I stood and went to get ready for work. By the time I was dressed, she had curled back into the blankets, eyes half-closed but glowing faintly with health.
I leaned over her, resting my forehead against hers. “I have to go now, but I’ll be thinking of you every second,” I whispered.
She gave me a small, tired smile. “Go,” she said softly. “I’ll be fine p>
I kissed her lips, long and gentle, my hand cradling her cheek. “I love you,” I murmured, letting my lips linger just a moment longer before pulling back reluctantly. “Rest, okay p>
She nodded, and I left, feeling the usual tug of longing as I walked toward the door.
At the office, David approached me, a folder in hand and a slight frown on his face. “Sir, Lira is currently in police custody. Her parents are requesting a meeting with you,” he said, matter-of-factly.
I scoffed, leaning back in my chair. “Let them wait. She can spend a few days there. I’ll think about it later,” I said, the frustration clear in my voice. “Right now, I have more important things to handle p>
David nodded, making a note, and I turned my attention to the next task. “Transfer ownership of Blueberries Company to Elara as soon as possible,” I instructed, my tone calm but firm. “Make sure all paperwork is ready. I want it done today p>
A few hours later, the paperwork was finalized. I couldn’t suppress a smile as I looked over the documents, my wife’s name, officially the owner of the company. “Perfect,” I murmured to myself, thinking of how happy she would be. “This will be the best birthday gift ever p>
David raised an eyebrow, looking up from his work. “Her birthday p>
I nodded, grinning faintly. “Yes. And I need to get this to her before the day ends p>
I left the office, eager to return home. The sun was higher now, the city bustling below, but none of that mattered. All I could think about was the look on her face when she realized what I had done for her.
When I got home, I found her sitting on the bed, wrapped in a soft blanket, watching the morning show on the TV. Her hair was slightly messy, but she looked radiant, even in her casual loungewear. My chest tightened at the sight.
“Happy birthday, Elara,” I said softly, holding out the paperwork to her.
She turned, startled at my sudden appearance, her eyes widening as she took in the folder. “Darlon… what… what is this?” she asked, curiosity and surprise mixing in her voice.
I moved closer, kneeling beside her on the bed, and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “It’s yours,” I said simply. “Blueberries Company… officially yours. I wanted to give you something meaningful, something that will grow with you, because you deserve it p>
I watched her carefully as she held the folder, her fingers tracing the edges like she couldn’t quite believe it was real. Her eyes moved back and forth across the papers, and
“How… how did you even know it was my birthday?” she asked softly, still staring at the documents. Her voice was a mixture of curiosity and incredulity, and it made my chest tighten even more.
I smiled faintly, brushing my thumb lightly across her hand. “Well, I know a lot about you,” I said simply, letting my words hang in the air.