HIS CLUMSY NURSE

Book 36

RYAN'S POV

From the other chair, I watched Clara quietly. This crazy girl was drifting off to sleep right in the middle of the movie. I shook my head with a small smile and looked away.

How can one person be this ridiculous?

One moment, she was laughing, and the next, she had dozed off completely.

I chuckled softly, covering my lips with my fingers.

She didn't stir. I could tell the sleep was getting serious.

Suddenly, she tilted forward, about to fall. Instinctively, I moved closer, and she landed against my shoulder, leaning into me as she slept.

The oversized bucket of popcorn she had insisted on buying tipped over, spilling all over me.

I sighed. Perfect.

Of course, she had to choose the biggest bucket.

I glanced at her peaceful face, completely unaware of the mess she had created.

Carefully, I brushed the popcorn off, gathered the bucket, and set it aside.

"Clara," I whispered.

"No," she mumbled in her sleep, then let out a soft snore.

I stifled my laughter. God, what is this?

She remained deep in sleep, and I turned back to the movie.

Weirdly enough, I was enjoying this date more than I had expected.

CLARA'S POV

Was I sleeping?

I blinked awake, realizing the movie was almost over. Oh my God. That's embarrassing.

Straightening hastily, I dusted off my clothes. Thank God Sir Ryan isn't here to see this.

I pulled out my phone, checking my reflection in the screen. Satisfied, I looked around—and froze.

There he was.

Sitting a few steps behind me, engrossed in his phone.

I smiled in relief. No way he saw me sleeping, right?

Turning quickly, I waved at him.

"Sir Ryan," I whispered with a smile before rushing over.

"Are you done?" he asked.

I nodded eagerly. "It was such an interesting movie! I literally watched it to the end."

He arched a brow, clearly amused.

I grinned sheepishly and followed him out of the theater.

The streets were alive with activity—laughter, music, and flashing lights. The energy was infectious.

"Sir, look over there!" I exclaimed, grabbing Ryan's hand before he could protest.

He let me pull him along, and soon, we found ourselves in a crowd cheering for a street performer walking on a tightrope.

I clapped excitedly, my eyes fixed on the performance. "Sir, I think today is their carnival day!" I shouted over the noise.

Ryan didn't seem to hear me, so I leaned closer, raising my voice. "I said, I think it's—"

He suddenly bent to my height, and my breath hitched.

Blushing, I swallowed and whispered, "I think it's their carnival today, Sir."