Chapter 803
Chapter 803:
Darden’s memory suddenly dragged him back to that pivotal conversation when he had dared to broach this delicate subject with Alyssa. Her reaction had burned itself into his consciousness with unforgettable intensity.
She had fixed him with that trademark sardonic stare and declared, “Brandorv earned every bit of his suffering p>
When Darden opened his mouth to elaborate, she sliced through his words like a blade. “You’ve earned yours as well. Now get out of my sight p>
A familiar throb pulsed behind Darden’s temples as the weight of her words settled over him once more.
The hours crawled by at an agonizing pace.
Elliott Mansion stood majestically under the evening sky. Silvery moonbeams cascaded through the tall windows, painting the bedroom in ethereal, ghostly hues.
Millie rested in tranquil slumber, her breathing steady and rhythmic.
Without warning, her body jerked violently as consciousness crashed over her like a wave. She bolted upright, lungs fighting desperately for oxygen as her chest heaved with panicked gasps.
“Millie?” The tender voice wrapped around her name like silk as gentle fingers traced soothing circles across her trembling back.
She twisted toward the sound, her blurred vision gradually sharpening to focus on Myron’s face, etched deep with concern.
“Another one of those terrible dreams?” Myron whispered softly, his fingers threading through her disheveled hair with infinite tenderness.
Millie’s head bobbed in a weary nod.
Though she had learned to face Brandon with composure now, to stand in his presence without crumbling, her wounded psyche refused to heal through mere willpower alone.
Still, the progress from just days before filled her with quiet hope.
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Like this precise moment, observing Myron’s careful ministrations as he dabbed away her perspiration with infinite tenderness, she discovered an oasis of tranquility within her storm.
“Myron…” Her fingers closed around his wrist, stilling the gentle motion.
“What is it?” His eyebrows drew together in that familiar questioning expression. She studied his beloved features while emotions too complex for words danced behind her gaze.
“Thank you for everything you’ve given me these precious days,” she breathed. “I mean it p>
Myron abandoned the towel, cradling her face between his palms as he simply drank in the sight of her.
Before rational thought could intervene, he found himself leaning forward, his mouth finding hers in a kiss born of pure instinct.
The room’s atmosphere ignited instantly as he held her face captive, savoring the sweetness of her lips with reverent hunger.
“You don’t have to thank me,” he murmured after an eternity of connection. “Never p>