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Chapter 144 Chasing Her–Touch Your Heart

Chapter 144: Chasing Her Touch Your Heart

Killian’s POV

“I didn’t expect you to visit, Killian.”

Jayden stepped forward toward me, a slightly confused look on his face. It had been a long time since I last saw him, and yet, the grief still lingered in his heart. It was evident in his expression as he remembered his one and only younger brother.

I considered being honest. After all, in this situation, there would be more losses than gains otherwise.

“Leonidas said the youngest of the twins is sick. So, I thought I’d come,” I said.

Jayden frowned briefly. “I see. Well, as you can see, my nephew is indeed ill.

“Besides that, I’d like to talk to you later. It’s quite important.”

Our eyes met for a moment, and Jayden, as if understanding, gave a nod and a pat on my shoulder.

“I’ll make time for us to talk later, he replied.

My attention shifted to Elias, who was whimpering in Rosalyn’s arms. The little creature was burning with fever, fragile in a way that shattered something deep within me.

I had faced wars, rebellions, assassins. Nothing had ever made me feel as powerless as watching this small child struggle against a fever his tiny body was too weak to fight on its own.

Rosalyn was pacing back and forth, whispering to him, gently rocking him, trying to soothe him. Her face was pale, drawn tight with worry. Her hands trembled even as she kept moving.

I couldn’t just stand there.

“I’ve summoned a physician from Sundrench. They should arrive within a few minutes,” I told her.

Rosalyn paused, giving me a measuring look. For a moment, there was a flicker of wariness in her eyes.

“Thank you.”

Jayden also voiced his thanks, as did his wife. A few moments later, the couple excused themselves, citing an urgent matter. Leaving just the two of us in the house.

Rosalyn sat on the living room sofa, cradling Elias against her chest. His cheeks were flushed, his breath shallow. Rosalyn adjusted him carefully, murmuring to him as if offering up a prayer.

I crouched down near them. “Is there anything I can do?”

She looked at me hesitantly, biting her lip. Then, with a small sigh, she shifted Elias slightly and looked at me.

“Here. Hold him.”

I froze. “Me? You want me to hold a baby?”

“Yes, you, she said, rolling her eyes and almost smiling. “Unless you think a tyrant king can’t handle a six–month–old.”

I glared at her. I could detect the faint insult and teasing hidden in her voice. Even so, despite my annoyance, I couldn’t shake off the fear of holding something so small.

What if I dropped him?

Rosalyn carefully guided my hands. “Support his neck and back. Like this. Be gentle, but firm, Killian.”

Her hands were so warm against mine that it hurt, in a way, to crave a kind of warmth I had long been deprived of from her.

I forced myself to suppress the yearning and focus instead on adjusting my arms until Elias was resting against my chest, cradled in a way that felt impossibly tender. His weight was so light in my arms.

He blinked up at me, his eyes glassy but curious, a tiny fist clenching the fabric of my shirt.

“Don’t be so stiff, Rosalyn said with a soft laugh. “He won’t break if you breathe.”

I adjusted myself, trying to mimic the easy, instinctive way she moved. Elias leaned a little into me, letting out a small, restless sound.

“Y–you can’t blame me. It’s my first time doing this, I muttered.

I cursed myself the moment I realized I had stuttered. How utterly humiliating. Rosalyn looked like she was trying not to laugh again, and I could feel the back of my neck heating up.

“Anyone could tell it’s not a bad thing she commented lightly.

“His body temperature is pretty high. How long has he been like this?” I asked, my voice low.

She leaned closer, checking his forehead again. “Just since this morning. I was really surprised last night he was so active and cheerful

Chapter 144 Chasing Her Touch Your Heart

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I could catch the faint scent of someone somewhat familiar waiting outside.

“The healer.”

I carefully shifted Elias back into Rosalyn’s arms, almost unwilling to let him go, and moved to open the door.

The healer was quick, professional one of the best from Sundrench. He examined Elias thoroughly yet efficiently, murmured an incantation over him, and handed Rosalyn a vial of potion with strict instructions.

“Just give him the medicine as directed. His fever should break by tomorrow morning,” the healer said.

“Thank you,” Rosalyn replied.

The healer bowed respectfully before me as he took his leave. I snapped my fingers, conjuring a portal, and gestured for him to step through it would get him back to the palace much faster. He thanked me and disappeared into the swirling blue light of the portal.

Rosalyn slumped back onto the sofa, cradling Elias against her chest. I sat down across from her, my elbows resting on my knees, silently watching her.

It felt a little strange, sitting here like this. Just a mother and a king, both broken in different ways, trying to protect something precious together.

“He’s a strong baby,” I said after a while.

“He gets that from Mikael.”

“And from you,” I added without thinking.

She looked at me, her expression softening. Though her face had changed, I could still see glimpses of the girl she once was, something that surfaced every time she interacted with me.

“You did well today,” she said quietly.

1 shrugged, feeling a bit uncomfortable. “I was just asked to help.”

“And you accepted?”

I met her hazel eyes directly. “I don’t see why I wouldn’t. Didn’t I promise that I would honor my vow to Mikael?”

“You did. And for that, I am very grateful to you.”

“It’s no big deal,” I replied.

Elias stirred in his sleep, and Rosalyn shifted him gently. Without looking at me, she patted the empty spot on the sofa beside her–a tentative invitation. A small flutter echoed under my ribs. I rose slowly from my seat and sat down next to her.

We stayed there quietly, side by side, without saying much. Just breathing the same air, sharing the same calm space. It felt like we were just beginning to reconcile our relationship. Or perhaps this was the new beginning Leonidas had spoken to me about not long ago.

After a while, Rosalyn carefully laid Elias down in his bed, making sure not to wake the restless little one. When she returned, she tucked her feet beneath her on the sofa and looked at me.