Chapter 189
"I'm not here for a consultation," Andrew Smith said with a faint smile, his voice deep and steady.
"Then you must be..." Lily tilted her head in confusion before suddenly realizing. "Oh! Are you Dr. White's brother, Ethan?"
Andrew shook his head gently, his gaze warm yet firm. "I'm Luna White's fiancé. Andrew Smith."
"Fiancé?!" Lily nearly jumped in shock. Dr. White had never mentioned having a military instructor for a fiancé!
"Is she inside?" Andrew's eyes shifted toward the examination room door.
Lily nodded dumbly.
Andrew pushed the door open.
The moment it closed, he saw Luna curled up beneath the air vent, shivering under a thick blanket. She had just barely managed to swallow a piece of chocolate but lacked the strength to even lift a glass of water, her fingers stiff with pain.
Only one thought consumed her: Andrew. The man who always knew how to warm her up instantly. If he were here, he would hold her tight, his scorching body heat driving away the chill in her bones.
But how could that be? They had long lost contact.
Just then, she jerked her head up—and there he was, standing right in front of her!
Luna blinked, certain she was hallucinating. She distinctly remembered they hadn’t even exchanged full addresses. How could he possibly—
"Luna!" His steady voice was like a shot of adrenaline. "I'm here. You're safe now."
Tears spilled over instantly. She wiped her face clumsily with the blanket, but an overwhelming joy surged through her.
Andrew locked the door decisively, scooped her up—blanket and all—and strode into the inner examination room. Luna wriggled free of the covers and clung to him like a koala.
"How long?" he asked, frowning.
"Just finished seeing a patient..." She greedily absorbed his warmth, feeling her frozen blood begin to thaw.
Andrew wrapped them both in the blanket, one hand cradling the back of her head against his neck while the other rubbed her icy feet. His body temperature was alarmingly high, and Luna felt like she might melt into him.
"Don't cry," he murmured, using the blanket to wipe her tears.
Luna noticed beads of sweat on his forehead.
"You're sweating?" she asked weakly.
"It's like a sauna in here," he whispered against her ear. Truthfully, he didn’t care about the heat—as long as it warmed her.
Gradually, the only sounds left in the room were their breathing and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Luna hazily recalled how many times he had held her like this before.
Then a sobering thought struck her: How am I going to explain why we have to get married now? I can’t just keep taking advantage of him like this...
Her fingers absently traced the firm lines of his chest, the powerful muscles evident even through his clothes. The man was unfairly fit, completely unaware of how irresistible he looked right now.
"Warm now?" he asked suddenly, pressing a light kiss to her forehead.
Luna nodded, then remembered the crucial question. "Why are you here? Your base is in..."
"Transfer orders," he cut in, dispelling her worry. "I'm stationed in the neighboring province now. Only a twenty-minute drive." He chuckled. "Who knew we were this close? Took me over a month to find you."
Luna exhaled in relief, her body relaxing. This must be fate.
"Speaking of which," she mumbled against his shoulder, "after I saved that official, I was assigned here. It's not that I didn’t want to contact you, but..."
"I know," he said, tightening his hold. "But I found you now. That’s what matters."
Sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting dappled patterns on the floor. In the quiet, their hearts drew closer—as if this meeting had been written in the stars.