Hazel's POV
"How's your arm feeling now?" Sebastian asked, his eyes fixed on my bandaged forearm.
We sat at a quiet corner table in his favorite restaurant, the one he'd insisted on bringing me to after unexpectedly showing up at my office this afternoon. He'd just returned from a business trip and wanted to check on me.
"Much better," I admitted. "That ointment you sent works wonders."
Sebastian nodded, satisfaction evident in his expression. "Good. I had it specially formulated."
"Specially formulated?" I blinked in surprise. "You didn't just order it?"
"No. I called in a favor from a pharmaceutical company I invested in."
I stared at him, speechless. The casual way he mentioned creating a custom medication for my minor injury left me stunned. Who did things like that?
"That's... excessive," I finally managed.
"Not to me."
His simple response hung in the air between us. Not to me. As if moving mountains for my small cut was perfectly reasonable.
