89-The Vile Fated Mate.

Carena:

His stare broke after watching me enter the office.

“Carena!” he called out, holding his hand out for me. I left the tray of snacks on the table and accepted his hand. He pulled me swiftly and made me sit on his lap. His body was so warm as if he was having a fever.

“I heard your voice and couldn't believe you had come to see me,” he said, sounding a bit uneasy but keeping a smile on his lips for me.

“Are you okay?” I inquired with concern. He nodded his head but didn't raise it. I was sure he wasn't drunk, but he seemed off, which was odd.

He ran his finger up and down my cheek, just watching my face with so much enthusiasm.

“Just stay here with me for a while,” he uttered, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer to rest his face on my chest.

It was an odd position, but if he was comfortable, so was I.

I thought he would break the hug and snack on the stuff I brought him, but that didn't happen. He dozed off on my chest for a solid two hours. Hearing him breat