Chapter 8 How Boring

• Before Melanie could reply, Yohan stirred awake.
• "Is everything sorted?" His voice was gravelly.
• "Yep, the other guy owned up and called his insurance." Melanie approached him, offering the water bottle with the cap off.
• Her tone softened, a hint of warmth slipping into her professional demeanor. "I've also touched base with the banquet folks. I'll sort your ride back too."
• Melanie's attention to detail and care shone through.
• Yohan reclined and took swigs of water, his Adam's apple bobbing rhythmically.
• In their bubble, it felt like it was just them, distant from the bustling world.
• Yuki watched them quietly before stepping closer to Yohan once he finished.
• With a mixture of remorse and guilt, she murmured, "Mr. Stewart, I'm really sorry. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have gotten hurt."
• Yohan motioned for Yuki to join him, "Come here."
• After a brief hesitation, Yuki settled beside him.
• He extended his injured hand towards her, asking softly, "Are you frightened?"
• Yuki kept quiet. Her gaze lowered.
• With a gentle chuckle, Yohan lifted her chin, comforting her, "No need to fear. I wasn't scared at all. Why would you be?"
• Yuki playfully pouted, shooting him a teasing glare, then whispered, "I worry about you getting hurt."
• Though soft, her words reached Melanie clearly. She glanced at the water bottle Yohan had casually set down, its contents nearly spilling.
• The nurse from the emergency department approached with an X-ray film, inquiring, "Anyone here Yohan's family?" After scanning the few individuals, she handed the X-ray to Melanie. "Take this to the doctor. It's his X-ray."
• Yuki, poised to rise, hesitated and settled back into her seat, mustering a strained smile as if to conceal her emotions.
• Observing her, Melanie prepared to engage when Yohan interjected casually, "Could you fetch the doctor? I need a word with Yuki."
• As Melanie departed, Yuki's discontent was palpable.
• Yohan leaned in, asking softly, "What's troubling you this time?"
• "No, I just think you and Melanie vibe better," Yuki remarked, then clammed up, watching Yohan's reaction carefully.
• It was a subtle probe, a gauge of his feelings.
• Yohan paused briefly, then chuckled, responding nonchalantly, "Vibe? Nah, her vibe is too bland and predictable for me."
• Yuki blinked, but Yohan's next words brought a radiant, innocent smile to her face.
• Melanie lingered in the corner, intending to offer the water to Yuki, but now she stood immobilised, as if trapped in place.
• Yohan's depiction of her as dull and utterly uninteresting echoed in her mind.
• Yohan's injury turned out to be minor, needing only a few days' rest. By the time Melanie brought the medication, Yohan and Yuki seemed to have patched things up.
• Yet, the sparkle in Yuki's eyes and the lift of her brows betrayed a genuine happiness, affirming to Melanie the sincerity of what she had just witnessed.
• During the ride, Melanie stayed quiet, guiding Yuki home before heading back to her and Yohan's place.
• Once parked in the underground lot, Melanie retrieved the car key, her voice steady as she asked, "Have you two made things official?"
• As Yuki stepped out of the car, Melanie caught a glimpse in the rearview mirror of her kissing Yohan on the cheek.
• Yohan didn't hesitate, admitting, "Yes."
• Melanie pressed further, "When did this happen?"
• Recently, Yohan replied. "She felt a bit insecure seeing how close we are."
• Melanie's fingers tightened around the car key. "Why would she be jealous of me?"
• Yohan cast a quick glance at her black dress. "Maybe it's the colour. Black doesn't quite fit your vibe."
• Melanie bit her lip, wondering if it was the colour or something deeper.