Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 111 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 111

Chapter 111 

Camila’s POV Post 

The knock made me look towards the door. I expected a nurse or perhaps one of the doctors coming to check on Grandma. 

Instead, Roman walked in. 

I blinked at him. “Roman? I thought you’d gone home.” 

He lifted the takeout bag in his hand. “Did you forget we had dinner plans tonight?” 

I stared at him, then at the food. “You came back with food?” 

“Of course. We may have lost the chance to eat at a restaurant, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have dinner. He placed the bag on the table. “You’ve been here for hours, Camila. You need to eat something.” 

I didn’t know what to say. My appetite had disappeared since the housekeeper called me about Grandma. I honestly hadn’t given food a single thought. But Roman had remembered. Even after I had practically sent him away, he had gone out of his way to bring me dinner. Something warm stirred in my chest. 

He began taking the food containers out of the bag, arranging them on the table as though bringing dinner to a hospital room was the most natural thing in the world. The machines continued their steady beeping, and Grandma remained still in her bed. Nothing about the room had changed, yet having Roman there made the 

loneliness feel less overwhelming. 

He glanced over his shoulder at me. “Are you planning to watch the food get cold, or will you join me?” 

I looked towards Grandma. Her blanket had slipped slightly, so I went over and carefully pulled it back into place. I also adjusted her hand on the bed before giving her one last look. Then I walked over to the table. 

The food smelled surprisingly good, and there was more than I expected. I had originally planned to take Roman out for dinner tonight. It was supposed to be an evening away from work, contracts and all the other things demanding my attention. But Grandma’s sudden collapse had changed everything. And somehow, Roman had found a way to keep a little part of our evening alive. 

“Thank you, Roman,” I said softly. He gave a little scoff. “Don’t start thanking me. It makes things awkward.” I smiled as I pulled out a chair. “Let’s eat. I wasn’t sure what you’d like, so I just picked a few things. We haven’t exactly shared many meals together.” 

I looked at the food and then at him. “I’m not difficult to feed. Besides, remember the porridge you made for me? It was terrible, but I still finished it.” 

His face changed immediately. “Are you still holding that against me? That was the first time I’d ever cooked for anyone. You should be grateful I made the effort.” 

I laughed. “Grateful? You nearly served me food without salt. Even the other dishes you prepared that night had no taste. I had to step in and rescue your cooking.” 

“Yet you ate everything.” 

“Because I was hungry! You could have served me plain bread, and I probably would have eaten it.” 

He shook his head, looking amused. “Miss Hart, you really have no respect for my efforts.” 

“I’m only giving you honest advice. You should practise a little more. Maybe one day your cooking will be good enough to serve another person.” 

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“Not a chance,” he replied. “I barely have time for myself. I certainly don’t intend to spend my free hours learning how to cook.” He picked up his fork before adding, “I’ve never understood people who make their entire lives about pleasing someone else. Some women get into relationships and suddenly everything revolves around the man. Cooking, cleaning, doing his laundry. They forget they have their own lives.” 

I paused, looking at him. “Maybe you’ve just never been in love.” 

His eyes lifted to mine. “Is that so?” 

I nodded. “When you genuinely love someone, those things don’t feel like a burden. You don’t cook for er because you have to or wash her clothes because she expects you to. You do them because making her happy makes you happy too.” 

I smiled faintly. “Perhaps one day you’ll fall in love and discover that even the simplest things can mean so much when you do them for someone you care about. 

I noticed Roman watching me as I spoke, his attention fixed on my face. I couldn’t tell what was going through his mind, but his silence was beginning to make me self–conscious. 

“Anyway, you wouldn’t understand. I’m wasting my breath trying to explain it to you.” 

He chuckled. “That’s a bold statement coming from someone who once dated Julian. Didn’t he always claim he loved you? Tell me, how many times did he cook for you? Did he ever bother doing your laundry?” 

I froze. Of all the things he could have brought up, he had to mention that. The truth was, Julian had never done any of those things for me. I was always the one making an effort, always trying to keep him happy while he enjoyed being taken care of. I quickly pushed the thought aside. 

“Why are we bringing Julian into this? Let’s talk about us. And don’t compare yourself to him. You’re nothing like that man. Julian expects everyone to make his life comfortable, but he can barely do anything for himself.” 

Roman lifted an eyebrow. “Really? And what makes me so different?” 

I opened my mouth, then closed it. This man! Give him one compliment, and he’d demand a whole speech. But I wasn’t making it up. Despite his sharp tongue and the stories people told about Alpha Blackwell, I didn’t think he was as heartless as they made him sound. He could be difficult, certainly, but he had shown me a side of him I hadn’t expected. And he had come back with food when he could easily have gone home. He had stayed with me through the long wait and was still here, making sure I ate. Those weren’t the actions of someone completely cold. 

“People are different, Roman. You don’t have to keep measuring yourself against Julian,” I muttered. 

His lips curved. “Of course. Everyone is different. But what about all those other men you’ve met? The blind dates, too. Are they all special in their own way? Should I be worried you’re collecting boyfriends?” 

I nearly choked on my first bite. “Collecting boyfriends? What are you talking about? I don’t even have one to call my own!” I gave him an irritated look. “And here I was saying something nice about you. You’re beginning to sound just like Julian. Do you honestly think I’m the kind of woman who jumps from one bed to another?” 

“No,” he replied calmly. “I know I’m the only man you’ve been intimate with.” 

I almost dropped my chopsticks. Before he could say another word, I leaned across the table and covered his mouth with my hand. 

“Shhh! Lower your voice!” 

My eyes darted towards Grandma’s bed. The last thing I needed was for her to wake up and hear that 

conversation. She didn’t even know about whatever was happening between Roman and me. If she discovered 

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I’d been involved with her late friend’s older son, I’d never hear the end of it. Roman’s eyes were laughing above my hand. I quickly pulled away. 

Pypst eat your food!” I pushed his chopsticks towards him and concentrated on my own meal. I wasn’t 

I particularly hungry, but I forced myself to eat a little. To my surprise, the food was quite good. He had actually managed to pick dishes I liked. 

By the time we finished, it was already past ten. I glanced at the clock. “You should go home now. It’s getting late.” 

Roman leaned back in his chair. “I’m staying here tonight. You don’t need to worry about me. Just focus on your grandmother.” 

I stared at him. “You’re staying? Why?” 

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