Three days since I woke up from my coma, and the one most consistent thing is not healthy food or doctor's visits—it's Nathan.
He's always there.
In the morning, he greets me first. At night, he makes sure I go to bed before he goes back to work. Even the housekeeper said he often stays up late on the sofa in this living room. Just so he can come in immediately if I need something.
"He used to be busy, Miss. Now... he doesn't leave the house for more than three hours,"
Livia whispered one morning. "We're all worried about Young Master too."
I pretended not to hear.
That day, it was raining heavily. I sat by the window, wearing a thick knit sweater that cost who knows how much. In my hand, a mug of hot chocolate. Outside, the garden was wet and gray. Inside, my mind was a mess.
Then there was a soft knock on the door.
Without waiting for an answer, Nathan came in carrying a long jacket. His hair was slightly wet, a sign that he had just come in from outside.
"Are you cold?" he asked as he approached.
"A little," I answered honestly.
He came closer, then—without a word—put his jacket on my shoulders. His hands were large and warm. When they touched my shoulders, I could feel his pulse.
I looked at his face closely. His nose was sharp, his jawline strong. A face that might often appear in a business magazine. But here, now, he was just a man—and I was a girl whose soul did not belong to this body.
"Why do you care so much about me?" I asked, quietly. The question finally came out.
He looked at me. His eyes were dark and deep.
"Because you are… everything to me."
I held my breath.
"As a brother?"
Silence. Long.
"At first, yes," he whispered. "But you grew. You changed. I changed."
I lowered my head. The words were too heavy.
"Nathan… we are brothers."
"I know." He sighed, hard. "But sometimes the heart knows no boundaries."
I froze.
"I know this is wrong, Del. But you ask why I care? That's the answer."
I stood up, walking away. Not because I was angry. But because I was afraid. Not because of him—but because of my feelings. Because when he said all that, my heart didn't reject it. It shouldn't have.
"I'm not the Adel I used to be," I said softly.
He smiled slightly, stepping closer. But this time he kept his distance.
"Maybe you're not. But you're still the only one who can make me feel alive."
That night, I couldn't sleep. His words echoed in my head.
I was alive again. In a foreign world. In a body that wasn't mine. With a family that wasn't mine. But the only one who was truly present was him.
Nathan.
And he loved me… in a way that couldn't be reversed.
I got up and stepped out onto the balcony. The cold night air embraced my body.
Then the deep voice came from behind.
"Can't you sleep too?"
I turned my head. Nathan stood in the doorway of the balcony, still wearing his work shirt that had not been fully removed.
"Your mind is in a mess, huh?" he asked, softly.
I nodded. "How does it feel… to love someone you can't have?"
He chuckled. But it wasn't a happy laugh.
"It hurts. But I can't stop. Every time I try to leave, you're always the reason I come home."
I lowered my head. Then, slowly, I said, "If one day I leave… will you let me go?"
Nathan stared at me for a long time.
"No," he answered honestly. "I'll find you. Pull you back. Even if you're not sure you're mine… I know I'm yours."
My heart sank.
Those weren't just sweet words. They were vows. And I knew… this wasn't ordinary love. These were feelings that had been living secretly behind the word 'brother'.
In this new world of mine, many things confuse me. But the most confusing thing... is the beating of my own heart when Nathan says my name.
And I start to wonder:
Could it be that, even though I was reborn... I was destined to love him too?