CHAPTER 145 : GOOD TO SEE YOU ALIVE TOO, LAURENT
The Laurent private recovery suite occupied the entire top floor of Hospital. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the sleeping city while soft golden lamps replaced the harsh hospital brightness usually associated with recovery rooms. Security stood outside every entrance. Quiet footsteps echoed occasionally through the hallway. Everything smelled faintly of antiseptic and expensive lilies someone had sent earlier.
And for the first time in weeks… There was no blood. No gunshots. No panic. Only silence.
Alexander sat against the elevated hospital bed wearing a black thermal shirt beneath an open charcoal cardigan while a bandage disappeared beneath the collar near his shoulder. His arm still carried IV bruising. A few cuts remained across his knuckles. Yet despite the injuries, he somehow still looked terrifyingly composed.
