Chapter 4

When I opened the door for Seraphina, I was on the phone with a doctor from the downtown hospital.

The lock was about to be violently forced open, but I unhurriedly stepped forward and opened the door.

Outside, Seraphina was holding a fire extinguisher, poised to smash it down. I made a ‘wait a moment’ gesture, and she froze.

“Yes, at the Grand Hotel. It was an accidental poisoning from something he consumed. Can an ambulance be here in ten minutes? Good, I’ll bring the patient down.”

I hung up, then looked at Seraphina with a sincere expression. “Are you my brother’s friend? He accidentally got food poisoning. Could you help me get him down to the hotel lobby? The ambulance will be here any minute.”

“…”

Seraphina’s expression shifted unpredictably.

The situation was completely different from what she had expected.

But she couldn’t figure out what had gone wrong.

In the hotel lobby, Caleb leaned against me, his thin lips pressed tight, long lashes trembling, and a slight crease in his brows gave him a fragile, almost broken look. The book described him as a rare beauty, saying even the hottest celebrities couldn't compare.

Before, I was so used to Caleb that I thought he just *was* that way. After my awakening, watching him quietly in my arms, my usually calm heart started pounding like a drum. I couldn't stop it.

He was so freaking handsome…

Anyone who didn’t find him attractive must be truly blind.

Caleb’s consciousness was hazy, and his head unconsciously leaned towards Seraphina. I quickly pulled him back, giving her a look that said, "My bad, looks like my man is quite the sight, isn't he?"

It was provocative, but subtle.

Seraphina's scrutinizing gaze grew colder.

Ah, fighting the female lead for the male lead, it really was exhilarating.

When the ambulance arrived, the paramedics carried Caleb onto the gurney. I followed him in, then turned to see Seraphina about to step in. I politely but firmly refused, “Thank you so much for your help, but there’s clearly not enough space in here. This is as far as you need to go.”

Seraphina’s mouth opened.

She was probably wondering why I was deviating from my character.

Julian’s lapdog, caring about Caleb’s life?

But I didn’t want to give her time to react, nor did I care about her souring expression.

I slammed the door shut.

At the hospital, I explained Caleb’s situation to the doctor.

I told them he had consumed an unknown liquid.

The doctor diagnosed it as poisoning and rushed him to the emergency room for stomach pumping.

Half an hour later, Caleb was moved to a private room.

He was still sleeping. I went to the convenience store to buy clean towels and water; I wanted to wipe his face later.

When I returned to the room, I saw Seraphina standing by the bed, slowly leaning down, as if she intended to kiss Caleb.

“CALEB!” I screamed.

Seraphina instantly recoiled, a flush of embarrassment on her face.