Arielle's Condition

"You drink this?" Arielle asked Ronan who had now moved to sit on the bed. From this position, he could enjoy the back of his wife who was busy checking the room.

"I only drank a little. Blame it on William who took it."

"There is only one bed here. How did you two sleep together?"

"I split the shifts. I used the bed… but when I didn't use it, Lucas and William could use it alternately. I told William that maybe I'll spend some time in your room tonight. And tonight was his turn to sleep on the bed. That's why William grumbled a little when he was sent away."

"You're too mean to William," answered Arielle, who was holding back her laugh at William's misfortune.

Arielle turned towards Ronan who was staring at her intently.

"There's so much I want to talk about, but I'm still worried about your body. You need rest, Arielle. Come here…"

Ronan held out his hand, and Arielle gladly took it.

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