Westley You Are Late Chapter 06
He was helping Sofia out of the OB-GYN clinic, one hand resting protectively on the small of her back.
Sofia was holding her chart, the smile on her face impossible to miss.
Westley had his head tilted toward her, his expression gentle as he listened to her talk.
The hallway was loud, chaotic.
I just stood there, the consent form for my own surgery clutched in my hand.
Westley saw me the same moment I saw him.
He stopped, his body instinctively moving to shield Sofia.
That reflexive gesture was a needle to the heart.
“Are you following me?”
He frowned, his voice laced with ice.
Behind him, Sofia’s hand flew to her lower abdomen.
She eyed me warily, as if she thought I might lunge at her.
A dull ache started behind my eyes. I didn’t have the energy for this. I lowered my gaze and tried to walk around them.
“Wait.”
Westley closed the distance in two strides, blocking my path. There was a taut thread of tension in his voice he didn’t seem to notice himself.
“Why are you so pale? Are you sick? What’s wrong?”
Between the endless tests and the stress, of course I looked like hell.
Before I could answer, Sofia let out a small, condescending laugh.