Chapter 192
Chapter 192:
Her voice trembled with hurt, like a child airing old grievances. “He always said I was fragile, that I needed looking after… but he was off with another woman, getting her pregnant p>
At first, Colin’s name sparked a flicker of irritation in Austin. But her words revealed something he hadn’t expected.
It seemed Brinley had never been intimate with Colin during their two years together.
His gaze softened on her tearful eyes, irritation giving way to a quiet, heated thrill.
He wiped a tear from her cheek and said huskily, “No need to cry. No intimate contact is a good thing p>
Brinley blinked, confused, her watery eyes searching his.
Austin squeezed her hand, his tone earnest. “You deserve someone better than him p>
The driver, catching the intimacy of the moment, discreetly raised the partition, sealing off the front seats.
The car filled with only their quiet breathing, a private cocoon.
𝗗𝗶𝘀𝘤𝘰v𝘦𝗿 ո𝘦w 𝘴𝘁𝗼𝘳i𝘦𝗌 𝘰𝘯.с𝗼𝘮
Brinley mumbled on, her voice fading until she slumped against Austin’s chest, her steady breaths signaling sleep.
Austin studied her peaceful face, his fingers gently smoothing the crease between her brows, a tender smile tugging at his lips.
Now that she was with him, he would never let her suffer again.
As the car neared Hillcrest Villa, Brinley suddenly groaned, her face paling. Her hand flew to her mouth, nausea flashing across her features.
“What’s wrong?” Austin’s heart clenched as he ordered the driver to stop.
The moment the car halted, Brinley shoved the door open, stumbled out, and crouched—vomiting.
The chilly night air made her tremble as her stomach heaved, expelling champagne. Her eyes reddened with discomfort.
Austin hurried after her, draping his jacket over her shoulders. He rubbed her back gently, his voice thick with worry. “Are you okay p>
Brinley nodded, catching her breath as she leaned on his arm to stand. Her voice came out rough. “It’s fine… I just drank too much p>
She tried to say more, but doubled over again, retching violently—nearly bringing up bile—too weak to stay upright without his support.
Austin’s chest tightened at her ghostly pallor.
She had been chatty in the car, but now she could barely stand. This wasn’t something to brush off.
He scooped her up and carried her back to the car, his voice taut as he ordered the driver, “To the hospital. Now. Hurry p>