Come in 223
Posted on July 09, 2025 ยท 0 mins read
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Chapter 223

After carefully feeding Zinnia every bite, Yannis turned on the fan to clear out the food smells in the room. Then he grabbed the tablet and started a show for her.

Zinnia had slept all day and was wide awake now. She glanced at the drama on the screen and noticed Yannis was still there, his laptop open on the desk.

She checked the timeโ€“it was already past 10. โ€œIโ€™m good now. Why donโ€™t you go get some rest?โ€ she said softly.

โ€œNot in a hurry.โ€ Yannis walked to the desk to tackle the mountain of work. Heโ€™d spent all day with Zinnia, and company matters had piled upโ€“no way he wasnโ€™t swamped.

He glanced back at Zinnia, who was wide-eyed and full of energy. Figuring she wasnโ€™t going to fall asleep anytime soon, he settled into the desk chair.

โ€œIf youโ€™re busy, you donโ€™t have to stay,โ€ Zinnia said.

Yannis turned to her. โ€œYou little heartbreaker, using me then tossing me aside, huh?โ€

His teasing accusation left Zinnia pretty awkward. โ€œI just donโ€™t want you to wear yourself out,โ€ she said seriously.

A smile tugged at Yannisโ€˜ lips. โ€œI appreciate the concern, but Iโ€™m staying put.โ€

Zinnia blinked, confused. โ€˜Staying put? Is he gonna crash here for the night?โ€˜

โ€œAre you sure itโ€™s okay if I leave? You havenโ€™t fully regained your strength yet,โ€ Yannis said, glancing at her hands.

While she slept, he had someone check on her. Her hands would stay weak for days. Plus, there was also a 1.5โ€“inch gash on her palm, meaning no heavy lifting for the foreseeable future.

Yannis knew Henryโ€™s situation was dire, but her draining herself like that in just a few hours still pissed him off. God knew how much blood sheโ€™d lost. Her face was still deathly pale, and recovery would take ages.

Zinnia fell silent. Her hands really didnโ€™t have much strength left, and she could barely pick up her phone. She turned to Yannis, dead serious. โ€œYouโ€™re an angel. I promise Iโ€™ll pay you back someday.โ€

โ€œOkay, Iโ€™m waiting for your payback,โ€ Yannis smiled faintly. His deep eyes lingered on her, a subtle glint flickering in their depths.

The room hummed with two sounds: the murmur of a TV drama from Zinniaโ€™s tablet and the steady clickโ€“clack of Yannisโ€™s keyboard. Every now and then, sheโ€™d catch snippets like โ€œmicrochipsโ€ and โ€œinvisible trackersโ€ โ€“ terms that made zero sense to her.

Hearing Yannis switch to a fluent foreign language on a call, Zinnia quietly turned down her tabletโ€™s volume, not wanting to interrupt.

Suddenly, a familiar pressure built in her bellyโ€”she needed to use the bathroom. After all, sheโ€™d had half a bowl of minestrone soup and a serving of mushroom soup; now it all caught up at once.

Zinnia inched out from under the covers. At least her legs workedโ€“if theyโ€™d been weak too, sheโ€™d be completely helpless.

She wore a loose nightgown Yannis had asked a doctor to help her change into. The soft fabric was easy to manage with her weak hands.

The moment her feet hit the carpet, a jolt of pain shot through her knees. Yesterday, sheโ€™d spent six hours kneeling to acupuncture Henry, leaving them bruised and swollen.

Yannis had applied ointment to reduce the swelling, but the damage was clear. On her tender skin, the purplish bruises stood out like warning signs, ugly enough to make anyone flinch.

Just as Zinnia tried to stand, she found herself lifted off the ground. Her arms reflexively reached for Yannis, neck but near theโ€”

hold on.

โ€œYannis,โ€ Zinnia murmured. The next moment, she heard a startled โ€œOMGโ€ crackling through Yannisโ€™s earpiece. Realizing he was on a call, she shut her mouth.

Yannis noticed and hooked an arm around her waist. He ended the call with his free hand, then pulled her firmly into both arms.

He looked down, worry in his eyes. โ€œWhatโ€™s happening? Why did you try to get up? You shouldโ€™ve called me if you needed something.โ€

Heโ€™d been on the call when he glanced overโ€“only to see her teetering on the edge of the bed. His heart had jumped to his throat as he lunged toward her.

โ€˜How am I supposed to tell you I need to pee and ask you to carry me?โ€˜ Zinnia thought, her cheeks turning red. No matter how bold she was or how close she felt to Yannis, the idea of telling him that was too embarrassing.

โ€œWhatโ€™s wrong? Talk to me,โ€ Yannis said softly. Noticing her flushed cheeks, he frowned and pressed the back of his hand to her forehead, worried she might be running a fever.

As Zinnia remained silent, he grew anxious. โ€œAre you feeling sick? Iโ€™ll call the doctor right now.โ€

Seeing the growing concern in his eyes, Zinnia dropped her head, bit her lip, and mumbled, โ€œIโ€ฆ I need to use the bathroom.โ€

If her hands hadnโ€™t been so weak, she would have covered her face in embarrassment. But now, she could only tilt her head to rest on his shoulder, avoiding his eyes.

Yannis froze, a hint of awkwardness crossing his face. โ€œLet me carry you,โ€ he said, and without missing a beat, he scooped her up and carried her toward the bathroom. Twenty feet might as well have been a mile if sheโ€™d tried to walk alone.

At the bathroom door, Zinnia said, โ€œPut me down. I can walk in alone.โ€

Feeling her shyness, Yannis gently set her down but kept a hand on her arm for support. โ€œLet me help you inside, and then Iโ€™ll wait right outside.โ€

โ€œOkay.โ€ Zinnia leaned on him. It was easier than struggling aloneโ€“her knees throbbed with a deep, boneโ€“deep ache.

โ€œYour handsโ€ฆโ€ Yannis eyed her weak fingers as they entered.

โ€œYou can go. Donโ€™t worry. Iโ€™ll be fine,โ€ Zinnia mumbled, ears burning. Her hands might be weak, but she could undress.

โ€œAlright. Iโ€™m just outside. Call if you need me,โ€ Yannis replied. โ€˜I should hire a female attendant tomorrow,โ€˜ he thought. โ€˜As a man, there are limits to what I can help with.โ€˜

Once Yannis stepped out, Zinnia took care of her business. Feeling lighter, she stood and shuffled to the sink. But as she reached it, she lost her balance and accidentally knocked over the shelfโ€™s contents.


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