Betty's POV

I don't know when I drifted off to sleep under the influence of the drugs and Ivan's rare moment of care. His touch was so gentle, and for a moment it felt like he genuinely cared and not for some twisted reason.

I remembered the look in his eyes. It was the first time I saw those emerald eyes completely clear.

By the time I opened my eyes the next time, the room was dark, and the continuous tapping sounds rang from his keyboard. His left hand was on my lower stomach ...