The hospital room was silent. The man stood at the bedside, looking at Delphine, who had fallen into a deep sleep. He bent down to touch her forehead, his expression complicated.
Delphine slept fitfully through the night, feeling as if someone was nearby, but her eyelids were far too heavy. When she woke up the next morning, the room was empty, leaving only her behind.
Struggling to get up, she went into the attached bathroom to freshen up, gently patting her pale face to make her complexion look less wan. When she walked out, Maximilian was carrying breakfast, smiling brightly as he said, "Miss Delphine, how are you feeling today? I brought you some porridge and fish soup. The doctor said you need to replenish your strength."
