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Chapter 209. Drystan sat on the chair in the Terrance, following every view of the city. His fingers curled around the glass of whisky in his hand, attention paid to every conversation he was having with the caller on the phone. “She has been stressed these days, work has been very exhausting….”Drystan let out an exhale. “Ask them to give her a break. I need her to rest. I do not want her to fall ill without me by her side.”Emilia stood still, unsure of whether to give the reply in her mind. “Do I need to repeat myself to get a reply?” Emilia trembled, shaking her head as though he could see her.“My lord…. Rosealba is stubborn….”“Language.” He cautioned, voice low yet deadly. “Forgive me.” she bowed correcting herself. “Rosealba is… is very dedicated to her work and she wouldn't give herself a break….“Then let the company do it.” he obstructed, sounding impatient. Emilia flinched, letting in a swallow. “My lord… if… if we have the company handle everything… she will tur
Chapter 208. Drystan stepped through the mansion doors, a quiet rush of warmth in his chest. His step echoed gently against the polished floors, but for once, the weight behind them wasn’t rage.The guards stationed by the entrance lifted their heads as he passed, offering small smiles and lowering their gazes into gentle bows. There was something different about his presence this time—his eyes didn’t blaze. His jaw didn’t clench. There was peace in his walk.It had been a long time since anyone had seen that peace in him.Lately, everything had been war—within him, around him, behind him. It was one chaos after the other. If he wasn’t shattering a glass or crashing his car into a wall, he was cutting down offenders without mercy. There had been blood. Silence. Destruction. A storm with no end.But today… today was different.He had hoped to walk back into this house with Rosealba by his side. He knew the chances were slim, but still, he had wanted it. Even a trace of her hand in his
Chapter 207. Rosealba gasped as her back hit the cold wall, Drystan’s body caging her in with one powerful step. His hands came up, pressing flat against the wall beside her head. The heat of him blanketed her, thick and suffocating, as his dark eyes locked onto hers. “Drystan,” she whispered, breath caught halfway between rage and need. Drystan cock twitched her voice awakening every desire that has been locked deep within. Fuck! That voice! That tone! That gently whisper. He has missed everything. He has missed their happen moments. The joy that their presence presented to each other. The good old days, but he said nothing. His hand lifted slowly—fingertips grazing her cheek, trailing soft heat across her skin. She turned her face slightly away, refusing to meet his eyes, but he leaned in anyway… lips brushing the shell of her ear. Her body shuddered, pussy dripping wet already. “I have missed you…”Drystan whispered, voice low and sinful. Her body trembled—betraying her.
Chapter 206.Rosealba glared at him, unable to move. Unable to do as much as even twitch. Her eyes drank in him.God. He looked tired. Heartbroken. Frustrated. And most significantly… shattered.Her heart slammed against her chest.Was he fine?Was he okay?Has he been eating properly?All of these questions nagged at her fragile heart, clawing their way through the steel she had tried to build around her. And in spite of her anger, she couldn’t help but feel bad.Emilia cleared her throat softly, breaking the silence in the room.She flashed Rosealba a gentle smile, rubbing her shoulders before walking away—giving them a moment to themselves.Drystan’s eyes lingered on her body. God! He had missed her. He had missed her so damn much it hurt.If he thought that all this while, he had been missing her… then nothing compared to the pain now—standing right in front of her and still feeling like he couldn’t touch her.The pain of seeing the one you love, yet being unable to pull them into
Chapter 205.“Fuck it!” Drystan cursed, picking up a glass cup and smashing it into the nearest wall.“Goodness!” Lina gasped, eyes holding onto the glasses littered on the floor.Her eyes watered, pain flickering across her gaze.She took a step forward, hands stretching ahead. “Merikh…” she called, but he turned towards her, eyes burning with both anger and pain.“Stay away!” he cautioned, his fingers curling tightly around the glass cup in his hand.Lina shook her head, tears brewing hot in her eyes.She had never seen Drystan like this. He was standing here—weak, broken, shattered in ways words could not express.She could hardly breathe watching him this way.Lina could have sworn that until this moment, she had never truly known how much love her brother had for Rosealba.Drystan was not a man for love. He didn’t care about love or what it entailed. But standing in front of her now was not the Merikh she knew from years back.This man was different.He was now a man shaped by lo
HIS DEADLY OBSESSION. Chapter 203.“What child?” Rosealba asked, her eyes holding more pain than she could let out.Drystan’s heart shattered.“Let… Let me explain.”Rosealba’s brows knitted. Explain? What was there to explain?Drystan took a step forward, but she stretched a hand out, asking him to stop there.Drystan’s leg halted. He stood still, uncertain of what to say.Rosealba blinked back, tears welling up in her eyes.She didn’t need to be told. She lost a child.Her hand moved to her stomach, her fingers gently trailing against her covered skin.But she couldn’t feel the child. She couldn’t feel anything… because her child died even before she could know he or she existed.Her chest heaved silently as pain washed through her in a wave she wasn’t prepared for. She sniffed back, letting in a deep swallow. As if getting shot and finding out her parents of 24 years were not her parents wasn’t already enough, she still had to lose a child to it.Was there even a God up there?Did