QT: I hijacked a harem system and now I'm ruining every plot(GL)
Chapter 189: Only one for me

Chapter 189: Only one for me

189 — Estela POV

Maybe... just maybe... it was a tiny bit dramatic to cut our honeymoon in the desert short just because one of the girls twisted an ankle.

But then again—why not? I could.

And honestly, I’ve grown used to this life now. The kind of life where flying to another country for dinner is no big deal.

Funny—I used to judge people like that. All those articles and gossip pieces about rich socialites flying across the world just to eat at some obscure three-star restaurant... I’d scoff, call it ridiculous.

And yet... here I am.

I get it now.

When you can, when the world is yours to move through as easily as changing your clothes—it stops feeling excessive. It just becomes... normal.

Julie, of course, is still very much on vacation. He only showed up long enough to be a wedding witness—looked fabulous while doing it—and then vanished again with the parting words: "You two are insufferable, I’m off to sip champagne somewhere warm."

So, without Julie’s trusty hand at work, we’re left to fend for ourselves. Which ends up with Dee and I sprawled across the bed, phones in hand, Googling highest-reviewed places like a pair of clueless tourists. Not exactly glamorous, but it works. That’s how we’ve managed our accommodation here so far—organized chaos.

By the time I finish my check-in at the hospital, the late afternoon sun is already sinking. I step out into the parking lot, squinting against the glare—when I spot her.

Dee.

Leaning casually against the hood of the car, all tall and broad-shouldered and too good-looking for her own damn good. And talking—of course—to a very pretty nurse.

A very pretty nurse who is smiling up at her. A little too brightly for my taste.

I narrow my eyes. Oh no, no, no. Not today.

Without thinking, I stomp across the lot, my heels clicking sharply on the pavement. When I reach them, I waste no time—I march right up to Dee and wrap my arm possessively around her bicep, pressing myself flush against her side.

Mine.

Dee glances down at me, that slow, infuriating smirk tugging at her mouth—amused. Oh, she knows.

Then she turns back to the nurse. Her voice, that cool velvety tone she does so well.

"My wife is here. I have to leave, Nancy."

The nurse—Nancy, apparently—nods, eyes going a little starry as she looks at Dee. Clearly reluctant to let the conversation end.

I tighten my grip on Dee’s arm, leaning in a fraction more. "Yes," I add sweetly, too sweetly, eyes fixed on her.

"Goodbye, Nancy. Mywife and I have places to be."

Nancy finally tears her gaze from Dee and gives a polite smile—though her eyes linger, far too long for my liking. But at least she takes the hint and steps away, disappearing back into the hospital.

I huff a little under my breath.

Dee unlocks the car with a soft beep, and I release her arm to slide into the passenger seat. I slam the door shut—not too hard, but just enough to make a point.

Dee barely has her seatbelt halfway on when I turn, arms crossed over my chest.

"Estela—" she starts, voice low, placating.

I cut her off with a sharp, sing-song, "Goodbye, Nancy," mocking the exact tone she’d used moments ago. My eyes narrow at her, lips pursed.

Dee lets out a slow exhale, the corner of her mouth twitching like she’s trying very hard not to laugh. She turns the key in the ignition instead, engine purring to life.

"I wasn’t flirting," she says, way too calmly.

"Hm." I make a very unamused noise in my throat, staring straight ahead out the windshield, chin tilted up in defiance.

"Truly," she adds, voice warm with amusement now. "Nancy asked me about visiting arrangements."

"Oh yes, I’m sure she did," I reply, folding my arms tighter.

"With her eyes practically glued to your mouth."

Dee chokes on a laugh, though she quickly covers it with a cough, shoulders shaking faintly.

"I can’t help who’s looking at my lips," she says, utterly unapologetic, voice dripping with amusement.

"Oh, can’tyou?" I shoot back, narrowing my eyes at her, chin lifting stubbornly.

Without a word, she reaches over with her free hand and gently takes mine, threading her fingers between mine with deliberate care. Her grip is warm, steady—impossible to resist.

"You know," she murmurs, voice softer now, "you’re the only one I have eyes for."

My heart flips in my chest. The sincerity in her tone cuts right through my petty jealousy, melting it away like morning frost. I glance sideways at her—at the strong hand wrapped around mine, at her profile in the soft light—and feel my stubbornness crumble.

"Good," I mutter, unable to stop the small smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.

"I should hope so."

She squeezes my hand, her thumb brushing lightly over my knuckles in soothing strokes.

"Trust me," she says quietly, voice dipping lower, more earnest. "Even if I was in another life, another world entirely... I’d still fall in love with you."

Then, without rushing, she lifts our interlocked hands, bringing my knuckles to her lips. Her kiss is soft but lingering, sending a shiver right through me.

"You’re the only one for me," she adds, her words warm against my skin.

I swallow hard, heart hammering in my chest. For a second, I forget all about the stupid nurse, about everything really, except for her and those words. My Daphne. Always my Daphne.

"...You’re lucky you’re driving," I mumble, cheeks hot, trying to cover up just how much she’s affecting me.

"Or I’d show you exactly how much I believe you right now."

She chuckles low in her throat, the sound rich and velvety.

"Don’t tempt me," she says, her thumb still tracing slow circles against my skin.

"I’ve pulled over for less."

I whip my head to the side—only for a second—and then glance away quickly, turning to stare out the window instead, trying to hide the smile tugging at my mouth.