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Chapter 37: Storm Glass
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2025-07-05 03:30:18Max’s breathing was shallow but even, his eyelids twitching lightly under sedation. Amara sat beside him, her fingers threaded loosely with his. The hospital room felt like a bubble—too sterile, too still, too far removed from the chaos her life had quietly become.
Liam leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. He hadn’t told her about the call from Sebastian. He wasn’t even sure how to. There was a protective fury inside him, and it was growing louder each day.“His color’s better,” Amara murmured without looking up.“Yeah,” Liam said. “Dr. Alain said they’ll repeat the labs tomorrow. If the markers hold, he might be able to sit up by the weekend.”She nodded, then finally turned to him. “You didn’t sleep.”“No.”A pause stretched between them.“He’s still watching us, isn’t he?” she asked softly.Liam didn’t pretend to misunderstand. “Yeah. I’m sure of it.”Amara swallowed. “I don’t want to live like
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Bound to the Billionaire’s Baby Chapter 37: Storm Glass
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