Chapter 662
King, who was keeping watch outside the hotel, spotted the search teams and immediately reported back to Caitlin. Zinnia and Tyler got the message as well.
Luckily, everyone had altered their appearances with disguises. As long as they stuck to their fake identities, they should be safe.
The Seventh Door’s men arrived in force, and the hotel staff cooperated without resistance. Guest records were checked one by one.
But that wasn’t all–they split into groups, heading up to the floors and banging on doors, checking each
room.
“Open up! Open the door!”
Their voices were loud, their knocks aggressive.
Guests were startled awake. Anyone who resisted or cursed was quickly silenced with fists. The Seventh Door’s enforcers made sure no one dared talk back.
Soon they reached Caitlin’s room. Wearing a bathrobe, she opened the door. Her features had been altered, but her figure was impossible to hide.
The man’s gaze lingered shamelessly, his hand twitching as if to reach for her.
“Just you in here, beautiful?”
“No, I have a husband.”
Caitlin smoothly brushed his hand away and adjusted her robe.
The man looked reluctant to leave, but at that moment Sebastian appeared behind her, also in a bathrobe. He slipped an arm around his wife’s waist. “Darling, what’s going on out here?”
“Nothing. They’re just checking rooms. They’ll leave soon.”
Hearing that she really did have a husband, the man backed off. He demanded to see their IDs. After checking the documents, he finally moved on.
As Caitlin shut the door, Sebastian leaned against it, his body clearly strained.
“You okay?”
“I’m fine…”
“Come on, lie back down.”
She helped him to the bed. His skin was hot under her touch. “You’ve got a fever.”
“It’s nothing. I’ll be fine by morning.” Sebastian’s head felt heavy, but he still tried to reassure her.
The fever was likely caused by the infection spreading from his wound.
The earlier medicine had worn off, and the antibiotics weren’t enough. They needed more, but the hospital was out of the question.
Caitlin called Tyler, asking him to find a 24–hour pharmacy for antibiotics and fever reducers.
In the meantime, she soaked a towel in cold water and laid it across his forehead, wiping his body down to lower his temperature.
Later in the night, Tyler returned with the medicine. Caitlin gave Sebastian the pills and water.
“Mrs. Vanderbilt, will he be all right?” Tyler asked, concern in his voice.
“He’ll be fine. Go get some rest–and stay alert.”
Once Tyler left, Caitlin kept watch by Sebastian’s side.
By morning, Sebastian opened his eyes. The fever had broken, his head clearer than the night before.
Looking down, he saw Caitlin asleep at the bedside, a towel still in her hand.
His heart ached. He tried to pull her onto the bed, but the movement tugged at his injured arm, making him suck in a sharp breath.
The sound stirred her awake. She blinked, then sat up quickly. “Sebastian, you’re awake! How do you
feel?”
She pressed her hand to his forehead. “The fever’s gone. You’re okay now.”
“Thanks to you. You stayed up all night.”
“It doesn’t matter. As long as you’re better.”
Her eyes misted with relief.
“Come here, Caitlin.”
He opened his uninjured arm, and she slid into his embrace, holding him tight.
When they finally let go, he said softly, “Lie down with me. Just for a while. Keep me company.”
“Okay.”
Nestled against his side, Caitlin finally drifted into a peaceful sleep.
She was woken later by the sound of a phone ringing. Sebastian reached for it on the nightstand.
“Who is it?” she asked, her head still on his chest.
“Magnus.”
“Quick, let me take it!”
She hadn’t spoken to Magnus since they’d exchanged contact information. Now, with him in D Country and calling her first, it couldn’t have come at a better time.
She sat up and answered. “Hello?”
“Hello, Caitlin? This is Magnus.”
“Hello, Your Highness.”
“Sorry to bother you. I remember you mentioning business in D Country. I’ve just arrived for my visit. Are you still here?”
“Yes, we are. In fact… we’ve run into some trouble. I was hoping you could help.”
After she explained their situation, Magnus didn’t hesitate. “No problem. Stay put. I’ll send a car to pick you up.”
“Thank you so much.”
When she hung up, she told Sebastian, “This is perfect. Magnus can cover for us. We’ll be safe, at least for now.”
Sebastian’s brow furrowed. “Why is he calling you the moment he lands? Doesn’t he have his hands full?”
Caitlin gave him a look. “Really? Is this the time for jealousy? As long as we’re safe, who cares why he called?”
She got up to pack their things. With Magnus’s protection, the Jonathan family and the Seventh Door wouldn’t dare move against them openly.
He truly was a timely savior.
By ten in the morning, the car Magnus had arranged arrived at the hotel. His assistant made contact, and Caitlin and the others checked out smoothly.
The convoy brought them to the villa prepared for Magnus, secured inside and out with guards.
“Mr. and Mrs. Vanderbilt, your rooms are ready. Please rest here for now. His Highness will return after his meeting with the head of state,” the assistant said.
“Thank you,” Caitlin replied warmly.
Settled into their rooms, they finally shed their disguises and changed back to themselves.
Not long after, Caitlin received a call from the US–Simon.
“Caitlin, everything still going smoothly over there?”
“Yes, everything’s fine.” She hid the truth. “What about you? You leave tomorrow, right?”
“Yeah. Early morning flight.”
“Be careful. Stay safe.”
When he hung up, Simon told his sister, “Caitlin wants you to message her when you arrive.”
“I know,” Wendy murmured.
“Get some rest. We leave carly.”
As Simon left, Wendy sat alone by the window, staring at the heavy sky.
Rain was coming.
Her thoughts turned to Benjamin, and his words that night–he’d said he would wait for her at their usual place.
Would he really be there?