AN UNEXPECTED GROOM

Moon Pavilion

Patrice passed Roxane’s red leather suitcase to the butler. Out of kindness, he reminded her:

– Miss Alvarez, President Flores does not like strangers entering his room and office. Apart from these two places, you are free to go wherever you want.

Roxane thought that Sebastien had only accepted that she moved in with him because of his brother. Since she felt she owed him a favor, she was not offended by Patrice’s words. Instead, she smiled and nodded.

– Thanks for the reminder.

Then, Patrice looked at the butler meaningfully.

The butler seemed to understand and gestured to Roxane and said:

-Miss Alvarez, please follow me.

Roxane followed the butler. Just when she was about to go to the second floor, as if she had just remembered something, she turned around to look at Patrice, who was about to leave. She hesitated for a moment before saying:

– Uh, Miss Flores…

Patrice stopped in his tracks and turned to look at the butler before responding to Roxane concisely:

-Someone will come get you tomorrow.

Roxane understood Patrice’s meaning. She nodded and only said:

– Bye.

The butler led Roxane to a room on the south side of the second floor that had the best lighting before asking:

– Miss Alvarez, are you satisfied with this room? Otherwise, I’ll take you to another room.

Roxane stood at the entrance and studied the room. It was clean and bright with excellent lighting. She said to herself:

– Is Sebastien Flores so nice? Not only did he agree to my request, he even gave me such a good room.

Naturally, she had no objection to the room that had been arranged for her.

…

In the evening.

In order not to disturb Sebastian, she told the butler to send dinner to his room.

After eating dinner, she took out a set of pajamas from her suitcase before going to take a shower in the bathroom.

When she was finished, she lay down on her bed, exhausted. After tormenting herself with her thoughts all day, she was tired. However, now that she was lying on the bed, she found that she couldn’t sleep. Instead, his mind buzzed with thoughts. She couldn’t help but feel sad when she remembered the scenes of Diego’s departure.

“It seems like he really doesn’t love me at all. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have abandoned me on such an important day. He didn’t care about my feelings or my reputation at all.

After a while, she sat up on her bed and took a deep breath. Then, she said to motivate herself:

– Roxane Alvarez, you only have the right to feel sad because of him tonight. When the sun comes up tomorrow, you’ll have to let it go. Since things are like this now, we have to live well.

…

Roxane had a restless night. She did not fall asleep until dawn. She didn’t sleep long before being awakened by a knock at the door. It was the housekeeper who informed him that the driver was there.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

She glanced at her phone and saw that it was 8:30 in the morning. She quickly responded and got out of bed to get ready.

When she went downstairs, the housekeeper was already waiting at the foot of the stairs. She asked :

-Miss Alvarez, what would you like to eat for breakfast? I’ll have the kitchen prepare it for you.

Roxane shook her head.

– It’s not necessary.

Then she looked at the driver, who was waiting at the entrance, and said:

– Let’s go.

…

The driver took Roxane to a private hospital in the town of M. He drove her to the ward before leaving.

Patrice, who was already waiting at the entrance to the room, made an inviting gesture before pushing the door.

When Roxane entered, she saw a man sitting near the bed. He was dressed in a white shirt. There was no tie and his sleeves were rolled up, revealing his beautiful wrists. He had just finished wiping the face of the girl lying on the bed. After handing the towel to the nurse, her piercing gaze fell on Roxane.

Golden light shone through the large French window, illuminating the girl lying on the bed. His skin seemed almost translucent and his veins were clearly visible. She looked to be around 17 or 18, and there was a slight resemblance between her and Sebastian’s eyes. She was none other than Christine Flores, Sebastien’s younger sister.

Six months ago, she almost drowned. Although she was saved just in time, she had been in a coma ever since.

Sebastian had invited famous doctors from all over to examine his sister, but they were all helpless. For this reason, he was rather curious as to how this ordinary girl in front of him would heal his sister.