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

Ch. He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 117 He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother 117

Chapter 117

Roman’s POV Post

I asked for the hospital surveillance footage from the day Susan confronted Camila. It didn’t take long for the security team to send it over.

I played the recording on my phone and watched the entire exchange. There was no mistaking who ha started the trouble. Susan had approached her with the intention of provoking her, but Camila hadn’t backed down. She answered every insult with confidence and, by the end of it, gave Susan a slap I found thoroughly satisfying. A faint smile crossed my face. At least she hadn’t allowed Susan to walk all over her.

When the video ended, I opened our chat. My fingers moved over the keyboard as I typed a message thanking her for the warning and asking how her grandmother was doing. I read it once, then again.

For some reason, sending a simple message suddenly felt inadequate. I deleted the words and locked my phone.

A few minutes later, I picked up my car keys. It was already past midnight when I arrived at the hospital. The inpatient ward was unusually quiet, with only the occasional footsteps of a nurse breaking the silence. I made my way to Amelia’s room and stopped outside the door.

Through the narrow glass panel, I could see Camila sitting beside her grandmother’s bed with her laptop open. Amelia was asleep, but her granddaughter was still working. She looked exhausted. Every now and then, she paused to yawn before returning her attention to the screen. Yet she showed no sign of giving up.

I stood there longer than I intended, watching her. There was something about the way she remained beside her grandmother, even while juggling her responsibilities, that held my attention. She could have gone home to rest and returned in the morning, but she had chosen to stay. I found myself wanting to walk in, take that laptop away from her and tell her to get some sleep. The thought surprised me. When had I started worrying so much about whether Camila was taking care of herself?

As if sensing someone nearby, she suddenly lifted her head and looked towards the door. I instinctively stepped back, moving out of her line of sight. From where she sat, she couldn’t have seen me.

I remained outside for a moment, then glanced through the glass again.

Camila’s POV

I stared at my laptop for a while, trying to finish the work in front of me. My eyes were growing heavy, and I had yawned several times, but there was still so much to do. Then I suddenly looked towards the door.

I couldn’t explain it, but I had the strange feeling that someone was standing outside. I closed my laptop and got up to check. When I opened the door, the corridor was empty. The ward was quiet, and a few nurses were gathered at their station, chatting in low voices. None of them seemed to notice me. I stood there, scanning the hallway. Nothing.

Perhaps I was just tired. Still, the feeling that someone had been right outside my door had been so strong that I couldn’t easily dismiss it. Who would come visiting at this hour anyway?

After waiting for a little while, I gave up and returned to my seat. I had barely settled back into my work when Anabela arrived to visit my grandmother. She was carrying a gift bag.

“What’s that?” I asked, looking at it curiously.

“Clothes, obviously!” She placed the bag beside me. “Do you have any idea how busy I’ve been at the

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boutique? Ever since the fashion show, orders have been coming in nonstop. I made these especially for you. Consider them a little thank–you for your help.”

smiled and accepted the bag. “Thank you, Bella. You know I can never reject a gift from you.” I already had more clothes than I could possibly wear, but anything Anabela picked out for me was welcome.

I opened the bag, eager to see what she had chosen. My smile slowly disappeared. I stared inside, then

looked at her.

“Anabela!”

“What?” She blinked at me innocently.

I quickly pushed the clothes back into the bag. “What exactly have you brought me?”

“Lingerie and a few sexy outfits.” She looked pleased with herself. “What’s wrong with them? You have a great figure, Camila. Why are you always dressing so modestly? You should let people see what they’re missing.

Imagine wearing one of these the next time you have a man over. He won’t know what hit him.”

I gave her a long look. “Well… thank you, I suppose.”

“Don’t mention it. If you ever need more, just call me. I have plenty of designs waiting to be made.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “Are you trying to turn yourself into a lingerie supplier?”

“Not a supplier. Your personal designer!” She laughed. “And you get the best pieces, of course.”

“I’m not sure these are for me. Maybe you should keep them.”

“Please! I’m the designer. If I want something new, I can make it myself.”

I glanced at the bag again, wondering what I was supposed to do with it. Leaving it in the hospital room wasn’t

a good idea. What if my grandmother woke up, noticed it and decided to see what was inside? I wasn’t prepared to explain those outfits to her. Besides, I hadn’t been home in days. I could ask the family doctor to keep an eye on her for a while and use the opportunity to drop the gifts at home.

“I think I’ll go home and put these away,” I said, picking up the bag. “The doctor can watch over Grandma tonight.”

Anabela offered to drop me home, and I gladly accepted. By the time we arrived, I was so exhausted that I barely had the energy to say much. My apartment was quiet when I walked in. I placed Anabela’s gift bag on the couch and sank onto the cushions beside it. For a while, I simply stared at the ceiling, allowing the silence

to settle around me.

Then a thought suddenly crossed my mind. I hadn’t seen Roman in days. With everything that had happened at the hospital, our paths had barely crossed. I wondered how things were going at NEXZONE after the TexCore crisis. Had he managed to sort out the mess with Peter Company? Was Susan still giving him trouble?

I glanced at the clock. Ten o’clock. He should be home by now, shouldn’t he? I hesitated, then got up and headed for the elevator. A few moments later, I was standing outside Roman’s apartment. The corridor was deserted. I pressed the doorbell and waited. Nothing.

I tried again. “Roman?” No answer. I leaned closer to the door, listening, but there wasn’t even the slightest sound from inside.

Perhaps he was still at the office. Given how demanding his work could be, it wouldn’t have been surprising. Still, I wondered if he might be on his way back. I checked my phone, then looked towards the elevator. Maybe

I could wait a little.

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Twenty minutes later, I was still standing there. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other and glanced at the time again. It was almost eleven. Where was he?

ye more minutes,” I muttered to myself. “If he doesn’t show up, I’m leaving.”

I folded my arms and waited. When the five minutes passed without any sign of him, I gave myself another three. Those three minutes felt endless. Eventually, my legs grew tired, and I leaned against the wall. hadn’t intended to close my eyes, but exhaustion was catching up with me. My head tilted slightly, and before! realised it, I was drifting off.

A soft chime from the elevator startled me awake. I straightened immediately as the doors slid open. Then I saw him.

Roman stepped out, looking as though he’d had a long day. His eyes moved towards me, and surprise briefly crossed his face. I couldn’t help smiling. “Roman! You’re finally back!”