Chapter 42. My Rest

His whispers of wanting rest, of finding solace in my company, felt like pleas tinged with vulnerability.

I understood his desire for comfort, for reassurance. But the stakes were high; Amari's privacy was paramount, and I was willing to go to any lengths to ensure it.

I bit my lip, trying to comfort Hector with a gentle pat on his back. Sensing his genuine distress, I gently moved away from his embrace, noticing the deeper furrows on his forehead.

"If you're looking for rest, why not head home and get some sleep—"

"You're my solace, Solei. Please... just for today. Let me be with you," he implored, his plea sounding almost childlike.

Before I could respond, his phone abruptly rang. I waited for him to answer it, observing his expression change as he glanced at the screen and answered it brusquely.

"What the hell do you want?" He greeted emphatically.

I was taken aback by his sudden anger. His tone was filled with pain, which echoed i