Alex finally breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Kevin’s words.
“I told you I’m fine,” Alex said. “You didn’t have to stay here with me. Just send my butler.”
Elian cut in, “You’re the one who insisted you didn’t need to be hospitalized. Now look at you, wishing you could stay for ten days or half a month.”
Kevin chuckled. “And you will. That hand of yours isn’t healing overnight. You’ll need at least two weeks.”
Two weeks—plenty of time for Alex to figure out where he stood with Aitana.
For someone as outstanding as a York man, two weeks was more than enough to leave an impression.
Alex felt his face heat up. No way could he hide his thoughts from his brothers.