Falling For My Ex's Dad (Clarissa and Gabriel) novel Chapter 171

Clairessa’s POV

My body trembled, a deep shiver running through me like heat and cold were warring inside my veins.

Through the fog, Gabriel’s voice cut in—urgent, panicked.

“Clairessa... hey, are you okay? Look at me... please.”

Then I felt his hands—lifting me, holding me close, peeling away layers of clothing…

The dream came in flashes. The soft splash of water. His arms supported me as he bathed me—like I was breakable, like I still meant something to him.

He dressed me gently, laid me in bed, tucked the duvet around me, then pressed a kiss to my forehead.

When he turned to go, I reached for him, my fingers curling around his. I remember whispering it… three small words.

“I love you.”

A voice, distant and persistent, tugged me out of the warmth.

“Claire… Claire…”

My eyes flew open, blinking against the light. Adrian’s face swam into focus.

“Thank God,” he breathed. “You’re awake.”

I stared at him for a moment, disoriented, my heart still wrapped in the remnants of the dream. I glanced to the side, searching for Gabriel—for proof that it wasn’t just in my head.

But he wasn’t there.

“What’s wrong?” Adrian asked, noticing the way my eyes darted around the room.

“Nothing,” I whispered. “Just… nothing.”

“It’s okay,” he said softly, brushing my hair behind my ear, his fingers warm against my temple. “My dad mentioned your windows were open, and the cold air got in. He thinks that’s what made you sick.”

Windows?

I didn’t remember leaving any windows open. For a moment, confusion clouded my mind—but then it clicked. Gabriel must’ve come up with that story to cover what really happened. He hadn’t told Adrian the truth.

Yet.

I played along with a faint nod. “I guess I forgot to check.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” Adrian’s tone was firm, though his eyes held a hint of guilt.

He dropped onto the bed, settling beside me. “I should’ve been here.”

“It’s okay... Adrian, you’ve already done so much for me. I’m really grateful.”

I moved to sit up, but before I could, Adrian’s hands slid behind me, steadying my back as he helped me into a sitting position.

“How do you feel?” he asked, studying my face.

I swallowed hard, my throat still dry and sore. “Good,” I whispered, barely able to get the word out. “I feel… good.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” He paused. “My dad said he checked on you?”

I turned my face away, avoiding his eyes.

“He was… helpful,” I said softly, my eyes dropping to the blanket gathered in my lap.

That was all I could say. A faint smile tugged at my lips as I tried to act okay, not wanting to give anything away.

Adrian’s hand rested on my leg, his thumb tracing slow, gentle circles across my knee. “I really did wish I was here last night,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry I left without saying anything.”

That’s when I finally turned toward him.

He went on, “My dad sent me to retrieve an important document, and the storm held me back longer than I expected. I didn’t mean to disappear on you—he rushed me out before I had a chance to explain.”

I stayed quiet. My body still felt weak and heavy, but that wasn’t what had me silent. It was the emotions swirling inside—the ones he couldn’t see.

I drew in a steady breath. “Adrian, I told you already… it’s alright. Your dad was there for me, so… it all worked out.”

To prove it, I sat up a little straighter, stretching my arms and rolling my shoulders—even though every movement burned.

His lips curved into a small, relieved smile. “Then I guess we should thank my dad.”

“We should.”

Then he chuckled softly. “I actually threatened him in a text last night—told him to take care of you. Looks like he listened.”

“You did?” I raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise, even letting out a soft laugh to match his. But deep down, I knew better.

Gabriel hadn’t taken care of me because Adrian told him to.

He did it because… he still cared. Because even after everything, he couldn’t walk away and leave me like that.

Adrian reached for me, his fingers brushing under my chin as he gently turned my face toward his. “I’d do anything for you, Clairessa.”

I forced a smile, just for a second, then leaned away, masking the shift with a cough that scraped my raw throat.

His brow furrowed. “I’m sorry—you probably need water. Your throat must feel like sandpaper.”

I gave a slow nod.

Adrian stood without hesitation. “I’ll be right back.”

The moment the door clicked shut behind him, I exhaled a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. Relief flooded through me—grateful, if only for a few minutes of space. A moment to breathe.

Inside, my thoughts spun. So it hadn’t been a dream. Gabriel had really come to check on me in the night.

The last thing I remembered was coming home soaked from the rain. I took a warm shower, changed, and climbed into bed. Then, sometime later, a sudden chill settled in. My body started to shake, my bones ached, and I couldn’t move—like I was trapped inside myself.

And if Gabriel hadn’t come... I wasn’t sure what would’ve happened to me.

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