Defiant Heir (The Heirs #3) - Michelle Heard Page 0,72
left over from the anesthetic. “Ah… okay.”
“No pain?”
“No.”
Dr. Menard gestures to my face and neck. “The surgery went well. I’ve cut out the keloid scar and stitched your skin back nicely. I made sure there’s no tension, and I’m confident it will heal beautifully.”
“Really?” I ask as hope bursts in my chest, leaving me feeling overemotional.
“Once you feel better, you can go home. A nurse will give you some painkillers to manage any discomfort you may feel. Also, keep the dressings in place until I see you in three days for your post-op visit.”
“Thank you.” My eyes follow Dr. Menard as he leaves, my heart still too afraid to let hope in. I think once I see my face and the scars are gone, only then I’ll be able to relax.
Dad comes to press a kiss to my forehead, then says, “Don’t stress when you see the dressings, it’s just to cover the stitches. Okay?”
My dad knows me well.
I lift my hand and softly brush my fingertips over the bandages. “They’re not as padded this time.”
“Yeah, it’s just to protect the stitches,” Dad assures me.
My eyes drift from Dad to Mom, then to Hana. Finally, my gaze settles on Kao. He’s keeping to the side, probably so my parents can fuss over me.
Turning my eyes back to Dad, I say, “I feel good. Can you get a nurse so I can check out?”
“Sure.” Dad immediately leaves.
I throw the covers back and swing my legs off the bed, and let out a deep breath. “I’m glad the surgery is over.”
Mom takes a brush from her bag and comes to fix my hair. When she’s done, she smiles lovingly at me.
Once we’re back at the suite, I go to shower the hospital smell off. After drying myself and putting on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, I stop to look at my reflection in the mirror.
There is white tape stuck over the stitches, which in my opinion, look a million times better than the red, swollen, and jagged scars.
When I step out of the bathroom, I see Kao lying on my bed. His eyes are closed, and wondering if he fell asleep, I carefully crawl onto the bed. I press a kiss to his lips, and when I pull back, his blue gaze locks on mine.
“All clean,” I whisper. “Do you want to sleep?”
Kao pulls me down, and I snuggle into his body. “Hmm… it was an eventful day.”
Lifting my head, I kiss him again. “Thank you for coming with me.”
“Where you go, I go,” he murmurs before he claims my mouth in a deep kiss. Before I can get carried away and undress him, Kao pulls back. “No sexy times. I want those stitches to heal properly.”
I frown up at him. “So no sex until they come out?”
Kao chuckles. “Just three days until after you’ve seen Dr. Menard for your post-op visit.”
“But there will be kissing?” I ask, grinning at him.
“For sure.” His lips lock on mine, and we lie and make out for a couple of minutes before we call it a night.
KAO
My nerves feel like they’ve been put through a shredder by the time I knock on the front door. Noah dropped me off a couple of seconds ago. With his help, I managed to get out of the suite with the excuse Noah and I were visiting his parents.
The front door opens, and I come face to face with Fallon’s dad. Instantly his eyes sharpen on me. “Kao. Come in.”
“Evening, sir.” I step inside and then follow him to the living room.
“Take a seat,” Mr. Reyes says, then he pins me with a frown. “Why did you want to see me?”
Taking a deep breath, I clasp my hands together while resting my forearms on my knees. “It’s about Fallon.”
His facial expression remains stoic.
“I thought you should know I’m dating your daughter.”
“I gathered as much,” he grumbles.
“I love her,” the words burst over my lips, needing him to know I’m serious about her.
Mr. Reyes tilts his head, his eyes narrowing on me. “You broke her heart.”
“I was trying to protect her,” I begin to explain.
When I pause, trying to gather my thoughts, Mr. Reyes snaps, “From what, Kao?”
“Myself.” I lock eyes with Mr. Reyes. “I didn’t want to tie her down to a blind man.”
Only then does he relax a little. “I can understand that, but the way you went about it sucked ass.”
“Totally agree,” I reply, feeling a little less tense.