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Chapter 153 : The Breach 4

Author: Déesse
last update publish date: 2026-04-24 03:02:47

Lorenzo

Beside me, Aurélie sighs. She turns. She rests her head on my shoulder. My arm surrounds her automatically, out of habit, out of love.

"Are you asleep?" she murmurs.

"No."

"Neither am I."

Silence.

"I'm afraid, Lorenzo."

"Of what?"

"Of losing you. You. Her. The babies. Everything."

I tighten my arm around her.

"You won't lose me."

"You can't promise that."

No. I can't. Because I don't know. Because I don't control what I feel. Because love obeys no one.

"I can promise to try," I say. "I
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