That evening, Tessy made a firm decision. She didn't want to spend the night at the hospital, surrounded by the sterile white walls and the sharp smell of antiseptics. The thought of the beeping machines and the constant footfalls of the nurses made her skin crawl.
She longed for the comfort of her own bed, the warmth of familiar surroundings. So, against the gentle protests of the doctors, she signed the discharge papers and returned to the mansion with Roman.
The drive home was wrapped in a soothing silence, the hum of the engine the only sound between them. The night air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of blooming jasmine from the gardens they sped past. When they finally pulled up in front of the grand mansion, Roman turned to Tessy before she could even think about moving.
"Don't climb out yet," he ordered in that low, commanding tone of his, one that brooked no argument.
