Chapter 190: Ignorant
Lorelai blinked as she felt fingers brush against her eyelashes. Rhaegar was stroking her cheeks, his touch featherlight, and she frowned at the tickling sensation.
"Wake up, Lorelai," his deep voice urged her, laced with both warmth and impatience. "You’ve kept me waiting too long..."
Her drowsiness dissolved like mist under sunlight, and she turned her head to look up. His amber eyes met hers, steady and unwavering.
Sitting beside her on the bed, Rhaegar gently lifted her, settling her onto his thighs. Lorelai leaned into his chest, her body instinctively seeking his strength. Thanks to his blood, the wound in her stomach had almost completely healed, leaving her with no discomfort as she moved.
Resting her weight against him, she murmured softly, "...Rhaegar."
Though her body still felt a little unsteady, her eyes roamed over his form with concern. She didn’t know what had happened after she fainted, and during the past few days, even though he was always by her side, Rhaegar had refused to let her see his skin. His reluctance only fueled her unease.
As a lycan, he heals faster than others... but I still can’t help worrying about him.
"Stop squirming," Rhaegar said at last, his deep voice cutting through her thoughts. He tapped a finger lightly between her furrowed brows, drawing her gaze back to his face. "Nothing is wrong with me, Lorelai. Stop worrying."
"I can’t help it," she replied quietly, lowering her eyes to her still-flat stomach. Her voice softened, tinged with both wonder and trepidation. "I have two of you to worry about now."