Confused, I froze for a second. Yohann had always been strict about keeping our spaces separate. No matter what happened between us in the past, he firmly believed that even couples should
maintain personal privacy. So, what's with the sudden change? His suggestion felt off like there was something he wasn't telling me.
Suspicious, I pulled my wrist away and insisted on opening my door. As soon as I did, what I saw made my heart sink. Standing in my room and wearing my nightgown, a woman was rubbing her sleepy eyes.
"Yohann, what's with all the noise in the living room? What's going on?" she asked.
The voice was unmistakable—it was Zandria, Yohann's childhood friend.
She stopped mid-sentence when she saw me standing there. She seemed caught off guard for a brief moment, but then, as if nothing were wrong, she put on a friendly face and said, "Ysha, you're back from the hospital! How's your recovery going?"
I just stood there, speechless, staring at her in my nightgown. Had she been here the whole time I was away?
Yohann's face briefly showed a flicker of discomfort before he stiffly said, "Zandria, go change your clothes first. We'll talk later."