My Baby Daddy Isn't Human-Chapter 154: Not A Prank

When Hera returned, she moved to Raelynn's side, kneeling gracefully. "Shall I help you?" She glanced at Raelynn's foot with a hint of concern.

Raelynn hesitated, then shook her head. "I think I can manage. As long as I don't get my bandages wet."

Hera nodded in understanding. "I'll wait outside, then. Take your time."

Raelynn stood carefully, wincing just a little when her weight shifted, but the pain wasn't unbearable. She made her way into the bathroom, where the water was already drawn and warm. Slipping into the bath, she let out a soft sigh, the heat soothing against her skin.

She was careful not to let her injured foot touch the water, keeping it propped up on the edge. As she sat there, letting the warmth seep into her, she found her mind wandering again—to Elion, to the way he had been there in the quiet hours of the night. Not just an obligation, but something else.

Shaking off the thoughts, she finished bathing quickly, dried herself, and changed into the comfortable dress Hera had brought. She stepped out of the bathroom, and as expected, Hera was already waiting.

The moment Raelynn emerged, she noticed that the small table in her room had been transformed. A full breakfast spread was laid out—freshly baked bread, fruit slices, warm tea, and other dishes arranged neatly. Across the room, another figure stood by the window, holding a teacup.

Sloane.

The woman turned at the sound of Raelynn's approach, a sly smile already tugging at her lips. "Ah, finally. Morning, Raelynn."

Raelynn rolled her eyes but smiled slightly. "Good morning, Sloane."

Sloane set her teacup down and gestured toward the food. "Since you're still recovering, I figured you wouldn't be able to come downstairs. So, I decided to grace you with my presence and have breakfast with you instead."

Raelynn chuckled. "How generous of you."

They settled at the table, and Hera poured them each a cup of tea before taking a seat nearby, though she remained mostly silent as they ate.

For a while, they ate in comfortable quiet, the clinking of silverware against porcelain the only sound. But Sloane's sharp eyes flickered toward Raelynn every so often, as if she was waiting for the right moment. And then, with a knowing smirk, she spoke.

"So," she began, swirling her spoon through her tea. "I heard Elion came by last night."

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Raelynn paused, her fork hovering over her plate. She quickly resumed eating, keeping her expression neutral. "He just changed my bandages."

Sloane hummed. "Is that all?"

Raelynn shot her a look. "Yes."

Sloane rested her chin on her palm, grinning. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen Elion personally take care of someone like that before."

Raelynn exhaled, setting her fork down. "You're reading too much into it. He just—he was just making sure it didn't get worse."

Sloane tilted her head, eyes twinkling. "Sure, sure. And next, he'll be personally cooking your meals and tucking you in at night, I suppose?"

Raelynn groaned. "Please, just stop there."

Sloane laughed, clearly enjoying herself. "Oh, come on, don't look so grumpy. I'm just saying, it's interesting."

Raelynn shook her head, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up her neck. She reached for her tea, taking a slow sip, hoping the topic would drop.

Once breakfast was finished, they moved to the balcony, the warmth of the sun wrapping around them like a soft embrace. Raelynn leaned against the chair, closing her eyes for a moment as she let the sunlight soak into her skin. It felt peaceful.

But then, something caught her eye.

Down below, on the grounds of the mansion, a group of men stood stationed at various points. Their presence was obvious—not just casual guards, but something more.

Raelynn frowned, sitting up. "What's going on down there?"

Sloane, still lounging beside her, glanced down lazily before waving a hand dismissively. "Oh, nothing much. Elion probably just increased security."

Raelynn's brows furrowed. "Why would he do that?"

Sloane hesitated for a fraction of a second, but then she let out a forced little laugh. "You know how he is. Maybe he's just being overly cautious after what happened the other day."

Raelynn watched the men again, her fingers curling slightly against the armrest.

Sloane leaned over, giving her a reassuring pat on the hand. "Don't think too much about it. Everything's fine. Maybe someone was playing a prank—kids these days, right?""

Raelynn forced a small smile. "I hope so."

But deep down, she knew—Elion wouldn't go this far over a simple prank.