The next day, since Bianca had twisted her ankle and couldn't walk, she and Adrian agreed to just stay at the hotel. Fortunately, they hadn't made any plans to go out. Still, Bianca felt guilty and uncomfortable for troubling Adrian. The thought of him having to spend the entire day indoors because of her made her restless.
"I already told you, you don't need to apologize. You're not bothering me," Adrian said, sitting on the sofa in the bedroom, watching her closely with concern in his eyes.
Bianca sat propped up on the bed, her leg gently elevated with a pillow. She avoided looking at him, choosing instead to stare at her hands. Her fingers kept fidgeting with the blanket as guilt gnawed at her chest.
"But because of me—" she started, her voice low and unsure.
Adrian cut her off with a gentle but serious tone. "If you really don't want to trouble me, then what you need to do now is sleep and get some rest."
