Alaric carried Emerald back to the penthouse, looking even more flustered under the bright lights.

She was wrapped in Alaric's coat, her hair disheveled and clinging to her damp cheeks. The bandages on her arms were visible, and her clothes were still wet, making her appear even more fragile and heart-wrenching.

Emerald lowered her head and murmured, "I'm sorry... You were busy, and I wasted your time again."

Alaric's gaze softened as he looked at her, his presence offering a quiet reassurance.

"Spending time with my girlfriend is never a waste," he said gently. "But you need to make sure someone is with you next time. That way, you can...