Chapter 1511

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“It wasn’t entirely your fault either.” Lorelei shook her head, her fingers gripping the edge of the blanket as she whispered softly.

“So…”

Harold held Lorelei’s hand, his dark eyes locking onto hers deeply, his voice raspy. “Lori, do we still need to get that divorce?”

“Hmm?”

Lorelei looked up, meeting a gaze so intense it felt like it could pull her very soul in. Her heart fluttered wildly.

“A divorce could work,” Harold’s lips curved upward into a low chuckle. “Then I could properly pursue you, and we could get married all over again.”

“What do you say?”

Lorelei stared at him, blinking her eyes rapidly, looking genuinely intrigued by the idea.

She had never been properly courted before; it actually sounded like it could be quite fun.

Harold’s smile instantly froze. He had just been making a lighthearted joke!

Divorce? Not a chance in hell-not in this lifetime!

“Hiss-“

Unsure of how to backtrack, a spark of inspiration hit Harold, and he suddenly twisted his face in agony.

“Wh-What’s wrong?” Lorelei immediately tensed up, leaning in to support his arm. “Where does it hurt? Your hand? Your leg?”

He had fallen down a flight of stairs and was battered everywhere. Lorelei truly couldn’t tell which specific injury was flaring up.

“Everything hurts.”

Harold lifted his head slightly, closing the gap between them until his intoxicatingly deep voice brushed against her. “I need a painkiller.”

“Painkillers? I’ll go get some for you!”

Lorelei nodded frantically, rushing to get up and fetch a nurse. But the moment she moved, a large hand clamped firmly around her wrist.

By the time she realized what was happening.

She had already collapsed into Harold’s embrace. The man’s handsome face magnified in her vision, his warm breath fanning over her cheek. “Isn’t my painkiller right here?”

“What?”

Lorelei’s eyelashes fluttered. The moment the word left her mouth, his lips crashed down, sealing hers completely.

“Harold…”

Lorelei’s eyes went wide. Terrified of hurting him, she weakly pressed her hands against his chest, trying to put some distance between them. “You’re still hurt. Juniper said you can’t make any strenuous movements.”

“This doesn’t count as strenuous.”

Harold chased her lips, kissing her again and again, leaving her utterly breathless and dizzy. “Lori, stop squirming, or you really will bump into my wounds.”

Looking at the man’s pale

complexion and remembering alkthe

agony he had endured over the past few days, she was petrified of actually causing him pain.

Left with no other choice, Lorelei melted weakly against his shoulder, letting him

have his wicked way with her.

“Good girl.”

Noticing her compliance, the smirk on Harold’s lips deepened.

The kiss started off as a gentle breeze before escalating into something fiercely possessive and wild.

Meanwhile.

Faulkner and Noemi Houston were walking down the hospital corridor, carrying gifts toward the room.

“I wonder if he’s awake yet.”

Noemi reached the door and stood on her tiptoes, peering through the small glass window.

The next second.

Her eyes flew wide open. Whatever she saw made her instantly stagger backward. “Kids these days really are…”

“What is it?”

Faulkner, trailing behind with the bags, grew tense at his wife’s reaction. “Did Harold take a turn for the worse?”

Hadn’t the doctors said it was just some superficial wounds and minor fractures?

A few days of rest and he’d be fine, right?

Saying this.

Faulkner stepped forward, craning his neck to look through the window.

“Get back here, get back!”

Noemi hastily grabbed her

husband’s arm, yanking him to the side as she covered her mouth a

stifle a giggle “Harold and Lorelei are… connecting on a deeper level.”

Connecting on a deeper level?

Faulkner was utterly baffled for a few seconds before his wife’s cheeky grin made it click.

“Ahem…”

He cleared his throat, grumbling uncomfortably, “This is a hospital. They should have some decency.”

“Do you want grandchildren, or do you want decency?” Noemi shot bim a reprimanding glare Every time Mr. Lee shows off his grandchildren, someone gets so jealous he can’t even stomach his dinner.”

Faulkner didn’t dare argue back. Of course he wanted grandkids.

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