Blanche's POV
After Zain carried me upstairs, he placed me gently on the bed and pulled the covers over me.
He fetched fever medication and a glass of warm water, then settled beside me while I took the pills.
When I finished, he took the empty glass and said, "We need to talk."
My head still throbbed. I leaned back against the headboard, meeting his gaze. "About what?"
"I have a business trip this weekend," Zain announced.
His meaning was crystal clear. He wanted me to watch Carry.
Even though I understood perfectly, I decided to play ignorant.
"Zain, you don't need to inform me of your schedule. I've never tried to monitor your movements," I said.
There was a time I craved that kind of intimacy, even knowing it was pure fantasy.
But I'd stopped torturing myself with those dreams long ago.
I thought, 'Zain barely comes home anyway. Why would he keep me in the loop about his activities?'
