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Startled, Sienna jerked back, her hand still resting lightly against Adrian’s chest. Both their eyes snapped toward the door.

Standing there, leaning casually against the frame, were Matthew and Larry.

Matthew was grinning from ear to ear, as if he’d just walked in on his favorite soap opera.

Larry, however, stared at Adrian with an odd look on his face.

"Aren’t you both being a bit too dramatic for a simple stomach cleanup?" he questioned, arms crossed, brow raised with a dry frown.

Sienna stiffened, confusion flashing across her face.

"Cleanup?" Her horrified eyes darted to Adrian. "You said it was serious… You lied to me?!"

Adrian's brows knit together, about to speak, but Matthew stepped in, still chuckling.

“Relax, Miss Donovan,” he said, lips twitching. “Mr. Lawson overheard the doctor say the inflammation has reduced and jumped to conclusions. I didn’t get a chance to explain the rest.”

Sienna frowned, still trying to process. “Wait… so it’s not—”

Matthew cut in gently, “The doctor said it’s not as bad as we feared. The inflammation has reduced, and right now, it just needs medication. Though, it’s confirmed that Mr. Vaughn doesn’t have cancer.”

Sienna blinked, her knees suddenly weak. Her body sagged with relief, and her hand instinctively found Adrian’s as if grounding herself.

She let out a shaky breath, overwhelmed with relief. “Oh, thank God…”

But Adrian’s expression changed. Still pale from the hospital stay, clad in loose hospital clothes with his IV drip now removed—tightened his hold on her. He looked dead serious, laser-focused. Without wasting another second, he turned to Matthew.

“Matthew,” he said, voice low, commanding. “Bring the car around.”

Matthew blinked, clearly thrown. “Sir?”

Adrian didn’t answer him. He turned to Sienna, gripping her hand tighter. “We’re going dress shopping. And getting married. In a church. Today.”

Sienna froze. “Adrian—what?! Wait, wait, slow down. Dress shopping?”

“You heard me,” he said, already moving.

“Adrian!” she gasped, stumbling to keep up. “You’re still in the hospital! Can we just… stop and get you treated properly first?”

He stopped mid-stride and turned to face her.

His palm cupped her cheek, gentle and firm, his thumb brushing her skin like a promise. His voice dropped to a low, raw murmur.

“I thought I was dying, Sienna.” His eyes burned into hers. “And the only thing I regretted was not putting a ring on your finger. I’m not wasting another damn minute.”

Sienna's lips parted, her breath caught somewhere between her chest and her heart.

Before she could answer, Larry's voice echoed behind them, teasing and amused.

“So, let me get this straight—you’re storming out of the hospital in pajamas to get hitched and didn’t even think to invite your charming, loyal best friend? Ouch, man.”

Adrian turned around, marched straight to Larry, and clapped a hand on the back of his neck, dragging him forward like a stubborn kid.

“You’re coming with us.”

Larry stumbled, laughing. “What the hell for?! I didn’t agree to be a part of your wild romantic meltdown!”

"We need another witness besides Matthew to sign the marriage papers. You're the only spare human around with no other fucking job to do."