After a few days,

Alexander’s P.O.V.

As I wake up in the morning, I notice Alice hurrying toward the bathroom. Without a delay, I throw off my comforter and rush after her.

“What happened-” I start to ask, but pause at the sight of her vomiting.

Damn it! She doesn’t look well.

I stroke her back and gather hair, my expression filled with concern as she continues to puke.

After splashing some water on her face, she turns towards me and rests her head on my chest, clearly exhausted.

“Are you alright, love?” I enquire, running my fingers through her hair.

“Just take me to the room.” She murmurs, and...