Zain's POV
I didn't waste words—just swept Blanche into my arms and carried her straight to the guest room.
No arguments, no pressure. I simply did what she wanted and took her to the guest room.
When I lowered her onto the bed, Blanche looked a bit stunned, and I caught her thinking that maybe I really had changed.
In the past, I wouldn't have given a damn what anyone else thought.
When I wanted something, I made it happen—my way, always.
I pulled the covers over Blanche, then stood beside the bed, studying her with careful eyes.
Eventually, I broke the silence. "Rest up. I'm heading downstairs for a while."
My gentle tone seemed to catch Blanche off guard.
She stayed quiet though.
I'd taken a few steps when I stopped, turned back, and approached the bed again.
Leaning down, I spoke softly. "Call me if you need anything. I'll be right downstairs."
Blanche's brow creased slightly before she nodded. "Alright."
With that, I finally went downstairs.
