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Chapter Twenty-Two: Cinnabon's and Cynicism

“Ignore what Grace said,” Corbyn said curtly as we walked to the integrated cafe in the hospital. After the cinnamon twist, Grace had felt even hungrier, it could take quite a toll on her, her body working to fight against all odds and survive.

“Is that a request or a command?” I quipped as we turned into the cafe.

He gave me an unimpressed look, pressed against his features, the tears were gone, he was no longer in disarray no longer clinging to me, his shirt was tucked back in a hidden behind his dark blazer. He was the picture of put together, but I had seen those moments of vulnerability. I had felt the thundering of his heart, the hot tears trailing down his eyes and splashing onto me.

“What happened, Mr Emerson, why did you think that Artymov had something to do with this?”

“I am rather irrational when it comes to Grace. I thought that maybe as he has so much pull in this city, he had paid her nurses to be neglectful. Absurd leaps in logic on my part, I trust these nurses, they
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