Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 282

Dennis Williams nodded at the words, his furrowed brow finally relaxing just a bit.

The doctor, sensing the tension, didn’t dare linger and slipped out of the room in a hurry.

Aaron tucked away his phone and said, “I just checked with the hotel. Ms. Davis was waiting down in the lobby for over an hour. That spot’s right by the doors—people coming and going, cold drafts blowing in every time. No wonder she got this sick.”

Dennis’s eyes darkened, irritation clear in his tone. “Who owns that hotel? If their service is this sloppy, let’s not use them again.”

Aaron cleared his throat. “It’s the Adams Family’s place. Not exactly flexible, I’ll admit. I’ll talk to Larry Adams and see if he can get his staff to step up their game.”

Hearing it was his friend’s hotel, Dennis was still annoyed, but he let it drop.

He just pulled up a chair beside the bed and sat down, settling in to keep watch over Camila.

Aaron, catching on, figured Dennis would be staying put until Camila woke up. “I’ll go pick up some chicken soup, or maybe some light oatmeal for her. When she comes to, it’ll help her feel better.”

Plus, there were a few things outside that needed his attention. Mr. Williams had just made a brief appearance, and then Ms. Davis had shown up right after. No matter what the relationship was between those two, this was not the place or time to be seen together by the folks in Cabinda. This town’s politics made Harrisburg look tame by comparison.

Getting noticed here was never a good thing—especially with old Mr. Wilson watching. If he caught wind of this, there was no telling what he might do to Ms. Davis.

So, no matter what, tonight’s events had to be kept quiet.

With that in mind, Aaron headed out to do some damage control.

That night, Camila Davis slept for hours, not waking until the early hours of the morning, by which time her fever had finally broken.

His words jogged her memory, and the blurry moments before she passed out started to return. She did remember seeing him—she’d thought she was hallucinating from the fever. Turns out, he’d really been there.

Which meant…she really had reached out and touched his face?

Realizing this, Camila’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She quickly tried to sit up. “I remember now. I’m okay—really. I feel much better, and the fever’s gone. I’m so sorry…this must have been such a hassle for you. I didn’t expect to get sick. I didn’t even bring any medicine with me—I was just going to drop off the gift and leave, I even called for an Uber…”

As she spoke, she glanced around the room. “Is this…a hospital? Did you leave the party to bring me here?”

Dennis narrowed his eyes, picking up on the polite, slightly distant tone she’d just slipped back into. He didn’t like it, but kept his patience. “Yeah. The server passed your gift to me, so I came out to find you…”

He hesitated for a moment, as if holding back, then reached out and flicked her lightly on the forehead. “Ms. Davis, has no one ever told you? If you’re giving someone a gift, you should hand it over yourself. That’s just basic courtesy. Where’d you pick up this habit of dropping things off and running away?”