The next morning, after a simple breakfast, Prisley walked into the walk-in closet and gasped.It had been completely transformed. She stumbled back, only to bump into a solid body.A magnetic voice rumbled above her head, "Why are you afraid to go in?"Prisley turned around, her eyes welling up. "For the past two years, you've been buying clothes, shoes, and bags for me?"The closet was filled with the latest seasonal styles, all custom-made by renowned designers.Heath's tone was light. "They'd send catalogs, and I'd order what I knew you'd like. But it got too cramped in here, so anything you hadn't worn, I'd have the maids pack away once the season was over.""What about my old clothes?""They're in the innermost closet. I could never throw those away. Those are my memories."Prisley wrapped her arms around Heath's neck, her back heaving with sobs. "Heath, I shouldn't have been like that to you..."Heath gently stroked her back. "That's right, you shouldn't have been. You should l
Their bodies convulsed violently, entwined in their shared release.After a long while, Heath reluctantly withdrew from her, gently kissing her forehead."Prisley, I love you.""I love you too, Heath."Only the sound of their heavy breathing filled the bedroom. Their foreheads rested against each other, then they shared soft, lingering kisses.Time seemed to stand still; all the pain of the past two years was swept away by the surge of physical bliss.Prisley recovered slowly. "How's your leg?" she asked, carefully touching it.Heath chuckled. "Super good. Don't believe me? Want to go for another round?"Prisley's face flushed, and she pushed him playfully."Just focus on healing. I don't want you back in the hospital."She got up and went into the bathroom to clean herself, emerging draped in a bathrobe.Heath had also cleaned up in the other bathroom. He guided Prisley to a chair, untied her hair, and her wet locks cascaded down her back, reaching her waist like a waterfall.Heath b
After a long, entangled moment, Prisley gently pushed Heath away and found a bathrobe from the closet. "I'll go prepare your bathwater."The sound of running water filled the bathroom as Prisley lit some aromatherapy candles, everything as natural as it used to be.Heath's wounds still needed careful protection, so she covered the injured areas with waterproof dressings.Heath eased into the tub, the warm water slowly flowing over his well-muscled body.Prisley's fingers gently traced his skin, gliding from his neck to his pectoral muscles, across his shoulders, down to his abdomen, softly circling the defined contours of his muscles...A perfect body, a familiar touch—Prisley's heart couldn't help but stir. This was the man she had loved for five years, and the man she had resented for two.Lost in thought, she was suddenly pulled by her wrist, tumbling into the bathtub. Heath's strong arms caught her, and his warm lips found hers."What are you thinking about?" His magnetic voice wh
That day, after reviewing a thick stack of lab reports, the doctor looked at Heath with a pleased expression."Heath, your recovery is excellent. You can be discharged." He added, "You'll still need crutches to aid walking for a while, just to ease the burden on your right leg."As Prisley helped him change and offered him the crutches, Heath cast a cold glance at her.She withdrew her hand, setting the crutches aside, and said awkwardly, "...There are still some things to pack over there. I'll go check."He was still the same; his excessive pride made it impossible for him to accept being openly cared for.Prisley pouted. This man, so vulnerable when he was weak, and so incredibly proud when he wasn't.Before getting into the car, Prisley walked beside him but didn't offer to help unless he asked first. She knew his temperament well; this was the best approach.The car set off and covered most of the journey, but then it suddenly changed direction. Prisley looked puzzled. "You... are
"Mark—!" Prisley left the table and ran towards him.Mark opened his arms and pulled her into a tight embrace."My God, you're finally back. This isn't a dream, is it?"Mark murmured, filled with both shock and joy. He released Prisley, leaned back slightly, then earnestly looked her up and down, unable to get enough of seeing her.Still the woman in his heart: beautiful, intelligent. He pulled her into a tight embrace again."Don't you ever leave again, never again... These past two years, you broke my heart..." As he spoke, his voice grew thick with emotion.Prisley smiled, reaching out to pinch his cheek. "Stop it. Aren't I perfectly fine now? I'm right here. And I'm never leaving again."Mark walked over to Spencer and forcefully punched his shoulder. "Why didn't you tell me beforehand?"Spencer chuckled, "So you could experience a heart-stopping shock. She did the same to me just now."He glanced at Prisley. "The moment I walked into Heath's room and saw her, my heart nearly stop
Prisley's heart hammered in her chest. She struggled to control her expression, allowing only a faint smile to grace her lips, but her gaze was fixed on the person, scrutinizing..."Prisley, you're here too? This is wonderful!"The moment he spoke, tears streamed down Prisley's face.She stretched out her arms and walked towards him. "Spencer, you finally remember me..."Spencer took her in his arms, looking down at her, laughing and crying against his chest. After a good while, Heath's dry cough interrupted their intimate moment.Spencer then remembered the purpose of his visit. He turned to Heath."Heath, are you feeling better? I was on a business trip these past few days and only rushed back late last night."Prisley looked from Spencer to Heath, surprised. Heath merely nodded, saying nothing.Spencer explained, "After you disappeared, Heath insisted on coming to the hospital to see me regularly. At that time, my memory hadn't made much progress either."Prisley gazed intently at