The Years Between Signing and Seeing novel Chapter 487

Suzie froze.

Jamie Baylor, that absolute bastard. He had just successfully humiliated her in front of an entire medical team.

He was lying right behind her, completely shirtless, exactly where she had slept. And he was still fast asleep.

Her cheeks ignited, the burning heat making her feel like dying of embarrassment. She wanted to pull the blanket over her head and disappear.

She tried to pry his arm off her waist, but Jamie, still half-asleep, simply tightened his grip. With one swift tug, he pulled her back down onto the mattress and locked her tightly in his embrace.

"Ahem..." The attending physician cleared his throat, pressing a fist to his mouth. "How are you feeling today, Ms. Sterling? If you don't have any other symptoms, we'll just continue the IV after you have breakfast."

Pinned against the mattress, Suzie buried her face directly into the pillow and stammered, "F-fine. I feel fine."

The doctor nodded. "Alright then... we'll let you two... get some rest."

Suzie didn't dare reply. She just listened to the shuffling footsteps of the medical staff leaving the room, accompanied by hushed, giddy whispers.

Suzie was beyond mortified.

She had lost every shred of her dignity. Did they recognize him? If this leaked to the press...

Furious, she slapped his arm hard. "Get up!"

That was the wrong move. At her protest, he just hugged her tighter. He kept his eyes closed, his voice lazy and raspy. "I haven't slept this well in years. Give me five more minutes. I'm taking the day off."

Seeing how casually he was treating this, Suzie's anger flared into rage.

Didn't they come to an understanding last night? How dare he sneak into her bed while she was asleep?!

What kind of game was he playing now?

It was a brief, possessive kiss—quick as a dragonfly skimming water—and then he instantly let her go and rolled off the bed.

His lightning-fast movements left Suzie completely off guard. She didn't even have a second to push him away before he disappeared into the bathroom.

She bolted upright in bed, aggressively wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, then slapped her burning cheeks.

What a chaotic morning.

Gripping the bedsheets tightly, she cursed him out in her head.

She was finding it harder and harder to understand this man. In the past, he was always an iceberg—cold, commanding, with eyes that could cut glass. He possessed an undeniable authority, an untouchable superiority.

How could a man who was always so intensely serious and unsmiling be the same guy who did *that* in a hospital bathroom last night, and then acted like a shameless rogue this morning?

Suzie rubbed her temples, grabbed her phone from the nightstand, and thought about calling Stella. Realizing Stella was probably still dealing with the crisis at her company, she dialed Mia instead.