Chapter 133. In His Care

Elona's POV

I could still feel the weight of the hospital bedsheets against my skin, even though I was no longer there. The pain had dulled into a background throb, like a low drumbeat I couldn’t silence, but I was out. Free, in a sense. And I was here, in Tristan’s house, cocooned in a silence that felt both safe and fragile.

He moved about the kitchen with quiet determination, his back to me, the muscles under his T-shirt flexing with each careful movement. The house smelled of toast and melted cheese, a comforting scent that almost made me forget how hollow my stomach felt. I hadn’t eaten properly in days.

“You didn’t have to go through all this trouble,” I murmured, shifting slightly on the bar stool by the kitchen counter, pulling my hoodie tighter around myself.

Tristan glanced over his shoulder. His gaze sof