My Baby Daddy Isn't Human-Chapter 160: Someone Who Never Comes

She blinked slowly, adjusting to the light, before pushing herself up. The room was still and peaceful, just as she had left it the night before. Her gaze flickered toward the bedside table, where a glass of water sat untouched. Something felt different, though she couldn't quite place what it was.

Raelynn rubbed her eyes, still caught in the haze of sleep, before letting out a quiet breath. Her fingers absently found her chin as she tilted her head in thought.

Something felt… off. Not in a bad way, but in a way she couldn't quite explain.

Her gaze swept across the room, taking in the familiar details—the chair by the window, the books stacked neatly on the small table, the soft folds of her blanket draped over the edge of the bed. Everything was exactly as she had left it.

And yet…

She pursed her lips, fingers trailing over the sheets as she thought back to last night. There was nothing particularly unusual about it.

But now, in the quiet morning, an odd sensation lingered.

Like she hadn't been alone.

Raelynn's eyes flickered toward the bedside. She didn't remember waking up in the middle of the night, didn't remember hearing anything. But for some reason, she could almost picture it—someone standing there. Not moving, not making a sound. Just watching.

Her pulse should have quickened at the thought, but it didn't. She wasn't scared.

A gentle knock sounded at the door before it creaked open. Hera stepped inside, carrying a small tray with a steaming cup of tea. Her movements were precise, every step measured as she approached the bed.

"Good morning, Raelynn," Hera greeted, her voice calm, professional.

Raelynn stretched slightly before offering a faint smile. "Morning."

Her day continued as it always did. Breakfast was uneventful, and the hours passed in familiar routine. She spent the afternoon in the library, flipping through pages of a novel she couldn't focus on. The words blurred together, her mind elsewhere. Every now and then, she would glance up, half-expecting to hear approaching footsteps, half-expecting the familiar weight of his presence behind her.

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But he never came.

Of course not, stupid.

She exhaled through her nose, pressing her fingers lightly to her temple. Elion was at work. Where else would he be?

As night fell, Raelynn sat at the small table in her bedroom, idly poking at her dinner with her fork. The meal looked as elegant as ever, but she barely had an appetite.

Hera moved with practiced ease as she laid out the last of the dishes. Raelynn hesitated before finally asking, "Has Elion already come home?"

Hera didn't pause in her movements. "Mr. Vaelorian said he will be home late," she replied smoothly.

Raelynn hummed softly, nodding. "Oh. He must be very busy."

Hera didn't comment further, simply adjusting a plate before stepping back. "Please enjoy your meal, Raelynn." With that, she left the room, closing the door behind her.

Raelynn exhaled quietly, picking at her food but barely tasting it. She didn't know what she had been expecting.

She finished dinner slowly, going through the motions of her nightly routine. Brushing her hair. Changing into a nightgown. Sitting by the window for a little while, listening to the faint rustle of leaves outside. Yet through it all, she found herself glancing toward the door.

Half-expecting it to open.

Half-expecting him to walk in.

But the door never moved. The silence stretched on.

For a moment, she simply lay there, staring at the ceiling. She told herself it was nothing. That she wasn't waiting.

But even as she closed her eyes, the silence pressed down on her, and deep in her heart, she knew.

She was waiting for someone who never came.