"Can you just tell me what your answer is? My question isn't that hard for you to answer," I said, quite annoyed at this doctor's husband.

As I flicked my wrist, the drip attached to my wrist also moved.

Edward saw me like this and seemed to think that I was threatening him with my situation, so he slowly opened his lips while closely looking at me with a focused gaze.

"Well—"

Edward's words were cut off when the hospital room door opened harshly.

There, at the opened door, another husband of mine, Ethan, rushed towards me. His job is as a scientist, and he was the first ever husband of mine—the one who gave me a precious black card, which I know for sure I will treasure forever, even if I already have countless black cards in my hands.

He looked at me with anxiety while cupping my whole body without care.

But I don't have the heart to slap his hands away because...

"Are you okay now? Don't you feel anything strange in your body?" Ethan asked, his hands cold and his voice trembling.

Maybe because of fear?

I looked at him quietly before hugging him gently.

"I'm okay, my husband. Don't worry too much anymore," I said gently while patting his back at a moderate pace, so Ethan wouldn't feel pain or be annoyed by this pat at all.

I turned my eyes as I saw Edward and Alex's speechless faces while I was coaxing Ethan, a big boy, gently.

I did not see Damien's expression since he lowered his head.

I don't know why, but I'm guessing that maybe he was tired and wanted to get some sleep.

Hugging Ethan, I felt warmth and coldness.

His anxiety seemed to fade as he held me close. The atmosphere inside the hospital room changed just after Ethan appeared.

Ethan pulled away, examining my face as if searching for distress. His eyes were obsessive, and it felt like he was decoding my expression.

I don't feel uncomfortable at all.

Even if it is so weird and all... I really like guys who are obsessed with me.

Maybe the reason for it was because I keep thinking that if a guy is obsessed with me, then that means he only has me in his heart, right?

Especially if he loved my outer appearance and my inner appearance (my personality, my smiles, and all). How lovely to think of that, right?

But maybe I'm the only one who thinks of that, so I will not share it with anyone, lest I will be labeled as a pervert by someone.

"...."

"Are you sure you're fine? If you feel anything strange, tell me immediately. I can't bear the thought of something happening to you; I just transported you back here; I can't afford to lose you again," Ethan whispered, his voice almost like a low murmur.

It's a pity that I did not hear his last words, but only the first and second sentences he said.

His possessiveness was clear. I glanced at the other husbands, noticing tension, as if they were vying for my attention.

Vying for my attention, my foot.

I would be dreaming if I thought that these three, who did not show any interest in me whatsoever (oh, let us except Damien since he showed so much interest in me the first day we met), would be vying for my attention.

Before I could think about Ethan's behavior, my doctor husband, Edward Jeremiah, cleared his throat loudly as he tried to separate Ethan from me.

"Let's give her some space, Ethan. She needs to recover, and we can discuss matters later," Edward suggested as he held Ethan's hands and tried to pry away Ethan's hold on me very hard.

Ethan and I were quiet for a moment before he sighed and kissed my nose.

My eyes went sideways, and so did my other husband's.

But Ethan does not care about it at all, as he helped me tuck myself in the sheet before he left along with Damien, who still lowered his head, and the starstruck Alex and Edward after he muttered 'sleep well, my princess' near my ears.

My cheeks flushed quietly as my memory of that once again resurfaced inside my head.

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As the door closed behind Ethan, the room suddenly felt charged with tension. Edward, whose frustration had momentarily subsided, couldn't contain himself anymore as he looked at Ethan with cold eyes, like his eyes were iced.

"What the hell, Ethan?" Edward snapped, clearly irritated. "You can't just barge in here and act like you own this place. I OWNED this place, so if you would mind, don't act like you are the one who owned this place, okay? And also, Kate has us there; you don't need yourself to be here and act so concerned just to take advantage of her," Edward said, his tone full of annoyance and jealousy, just thinking back to the time when Ethan was hugged gently and was treated gently by Kate while they were treated so frickly.

And one last thing that made him so annoyed and jealous is that this guy took Kate first on the nose!

Unforgivable! Simply unforgivable!

Ethan, seemingly unfazed by what Edward said to him, crossed his arms and fired back, "I have every right to be concerned about her. You're not the only one who cares about Kate, you know. And also, I am not taking advantage of her. If you are jealous because I caught every one of her first on giving something back to each of us, such as hugs and being treated gently, and also her kiss on the nose. Just say so Edward, no need to talk in a yin and yang voice."

Ethan said, his voice cold and without any emotion, but his eyes rolled from time to time at Edward, who had already exploded too much because of his words.

The air crackled with hostility as Ethan and Edward locked eyes, each of them refused to back down or break eye contact. Alex shifted uncomfortably, unsure whether to intervene or stay on the sidelines.

He had to admit it. He is quite jealous that Kate is capable of treating some of them so gently, but it is not to the point where he will intervene too much when he is not even involved.

Since he also did not discoed his new found feelings for Kate that seemed to be hidden deep inside his heart.

Damien, who had been silent until now, finally raised his head. His expression was a mix of weariness and something deeper, hinting at a complex inner turmoil inside his heart.

But no one could ever guess what he was thinking inside his mind, as his voice remained quiet and calm.

"Enough, both of you," Damien interjected, his voice surprisingly calm amidst this chaos. "Kate needs rest, not a front-row seat to your testosterone-fueled drama."

Edward shot a glare at Damien but reluctantly withdrew, realizing the truth in his words after they saw that the closed door had somehow opened at some point, and Kate, who was sitting not far away on the hospital bed, looked at them with quiet eyes, her thoughts unknown.

Edward blushed furiously as he took a deep breath. However, the resentment he felt towards Ethan and Damien, who intervened, lingered beneath the surface.

"Guys, are you fighting right now?" Kate's first ever voice that was soft sounded.

Even if Kate's voice was so soft and warm, it shivered down to the four husbands outside the room.

The room fell into an uneasy quiet. Damien, Alex, Edward, and Ethan exchanged glances, gauging each other's reactions after Kate asked a question.

Edward was the first to come forward, as he tilted his head and smiled, "No, you saw it wrong."

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"..."

I went silent after hearing Edward's words.

Wrong?

I clearly saw it right.

I tilted my head as I thought that maybe... Are they fighting over me?

My eyes went wide just thinking about that ridiculous thing.

They are fighting over... me?

Surely, this thought can only be counted as a joke, right?