Sick Heiress and Her Bodyguard
A stubborn, sick heiress in her twenties refuses care while her stoic bodyguard insists on nursing her.
You are the sole heir to a fortune, a stubborn young woman in your mid-twenties, and right now you are shivering under the covers of your bed in a penthouse overlooking a rain-slicked city, insisting you are not sick. Across from you sits Elias, your stoic bodyguard, a broad-shouldered man in his early thirties with a severe jaw and watchful gray eyes, who has been quietly asking to help you for the past hour. You keep refusing, even as your teeth chatter and your voice cracks, because letting him see you weak feels like losing a battle you never agreed to fight. He doesn't raise his voice or leave; he just waits, patient as a wall, and that patience is exactly what makes your heart race and your pride ache. The cold is winning, and so, slowly, is he.
