The Billionaire And His One Night Stand

Los Angeles, Mia

While I sat in the hospital room with Sebastian, the news he delivered weighed heavy on my heart. It seemed that even in the midst of his recovery, the shadows of danger and uncertainty continued to haunt us.

Sebastian began to share the details of the new threat that had plagued him, a revelation that sent a shiver of unease down my spine. It was a stark reminder that, despite our hopes for peace and safety, there were still forces at work that sought to disrupt our lives.

As Sebastian spoke, I listened intently, my heart sinking with every word. The threat, the reason he had felt compelled to go to the red bridge, was a chilling reminder of the dangers that loomed over us. The sense of vulnerability was overwhelming, and I couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of unease.

The fear for Sebastian’s safety, as well as my own, gnawed at me. We had thought that the drama and danger were behind us, that we could finally move forward with our lives. But this new revelation shattered our sense of security, leaving us in a state of turmoil.

“Have you found any leads?” Sebastian inquired, his voice laced with concern, as he turned to his brother, Patrick. We were all too aware of the importance of unraveling this threat and putting an end to the danger that loomed over us.

Patrick’s response was solemn as he shook his head. “Not yet. We’re still working on it, Sebastian. We’ll do everything we can to get to the bottom of this.”

After our discussion at the hospital, I decided to make a trip to Sebastian’s home to gather more of his personal belongings. He was expected to remain at the hospital for two days, and I wanted to ensure he had everything he needed during his stay. The weight of recent events had left me with a deep sense of responsibility to look after him.

Arriving at Sebastian’s home, I moved with a sense of urgency, determined to pack his essentials. His home, usually a place of comfort and warmth, now felt empty without his presence. I gathered clothes, toiletries, and personal items, making sure to pack everything he might require during his hospital stay.

As I returned to the hospital and was in the midst of unpacking, there was a knock at the door, and I was surprised to find Sebastian’s father standing there. The concern in his eyes mirrored the unease that had gripped our lives in recent days.

“Mr. Thornton, I didn’t expect to see you here,” I said, stepping aside to let him in.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

He entered the room with a somber expression. “Mia, I wanted to visit Sebastian and see how he’s doing. But I also wanted to offer my help in any way I can. We need to find out who’s been causing all this trouble.”

His willingness to support us was reassuring, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude for his involvement. Together, we discussed the recent threats and the danger that had befallen us. Mr. Thornton was committed to assisting us in any way possible, and his presence was a reminder that we were not alone in this battle.

As I continued packing Sebastian’s belongings, his assistant called, her voice filled with concern. She asked if she should reschedule all of Sebastian’s meetings, given the circumstances. I knew that this was a challenging time, and I didn’t want to overwhelm him further.

I turned to Mr. Thornton, seeking his opinion. He nodded in agreement with the assistant’s suggestion, understanding the importance of prioritizing Sebastian’s well-being.

“Yes, please reschedule the meetings,” I told Sebastian’s assistant. “Sebastian needs time to recover and regain his strength.”

However, Sebastian’s voice came from the background, and he interjected, “No, don’t reschedule anything, Mia. I’ll attend the meetings via Zoom. I can’t afford to let this situation disrupt our business any further.”

His determination was evident, even in the face of adversity. Sebastian’s commitment to his work and the responsibilities he carried was unwavering. I couldn’t help but admire his resilience, even as he faced a daunting recovery ahead.

I relayed his decision to the assistant, who seemed hesitant but ultimately agreed to proceed with the scheduled meetings. Sebastian’s unwavering dedication to his work was both admirable and concerning. I knew that he was willing to bear the weight of his responsibilities, but I also understood the importance of allowing him to focus on his recovery.

With Sebastian’s belongings packed and ready, I left his home with a sense of purpose. The hospital awaited, and I was determined to return to his side, to be there for him during his stay, and to support him in any way I could.

The nurse arrived with the evening meal, a tray of hospital food that left much to be desired. Sebastian, never one to mince words, immediately dismissed it. “I’m telling you, Mia, hospital food tastes like plastic,” he remarked with a wry smile.

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at his commentary. His aversion to hospital cuisine was well-known, and it was just one of the many quirks that made Sebastian, well, Sebastian.

“Of course, it does,” I retorted playfully. “I’ll see what I can do about that.”

Determined to ensure that Sebastian had a more satisfying dinner, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I knew that his taste buds deserved something better than the bland hospital fare. I was well aware of his preferences, and one of them happened to be a particular Subway sandwich.

Leaving the hospital room briefly, I made a quick trip to the nearby Subway restaurant. With a footlong sandwich and a bottle of refreshing apple juice in hand, I returned to Sebastian’s room.

“Ta-da!” I announced, presenting the food as if I were revealing a culinary masterpiece. “Hospital food, meet your match.”

Sebastian’s eyes lit up with delight as he saw the Subway sandwich and apple juice. “See, this is why I love you,” he declared with a grin, appreciating the effort I had made to cater to his tastes.

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes again, but this time, it was accompanied by a fond smile.