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Chapter 75 – Where Roots Begin
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Love's Healing Touch Chapter 75 – Where Roots Begin
The next day following Adrian's proposal melted into a warm, golden day. Rays of sunlight spilled onto their bed’s wood flooring. Elara slept, her body still reheated with his warm body warmth. Yesterday night's proposal memory danced like jewels, freshly brightened within her brain—a fairytale accomplished beneath twilit skies beyond the distant horizon.Adrian did not stir. Even breathing, peaceful, one hand on her waist, one cupped on his brow. She leaned there for an instant, drawing in the deep calm inscribed on his face. How far they'd come—way back from that scarred man she'd discovered in back of her hut, shivering behind rage and hurt, to this. This man now with his arms around her as if she were everything in his world.She crept out of bed without yet wanting to rouse him. Cramming into one of his shirts—so soft the cotton and still carrying his scent—Elara, barefoot, padded into the kitchen. She gave food to the cat who had ridden with them from their hut village and made
Love's Healing Touch Chapter 74 – Promises Etched in Light
The next morning after they had returned to Adrian's house was broken in silence. Light gilding streamed through the filmy drapes of their bedchamber, softly descending upon their bedlinens and creating a halo on Elara's serene smile. Adrian was beside her, watching her breathe, remembering the languid and soft rise and fall of her chest.He had never known peace like this—peace and promise. Not lonely peace now, but peace of trust. Of being trusted.Adrian drew nearer and brushed a lock of hair from behind her face, his hand stalling as he looked at the smattering of freckles on her cheeks. They were spread out, a smattering of them, like he recalled of the stars she had indicated to him by the stream behind her hut, the night he had been willing to release her."Sleep again standing there looking at me, huh?" Elara growled, eyes closed, lips pulled up into a bedhead grin.He grinned again, his hand reaching up to kiss her shoulder. "Guilty. Couldn't help myself."Her eyelashes flut
Love's Healing Touch Chapter 73 — The Slow Bloom of Trust
Sunlight poured through the high windows of the Lancaster estate guest wing, casting across the curtains of velvety red and painting golden stripes upon the carpet. Elara lay under the heat of the blankets, her senses gradually stirring to reach for the scent of roses that wafted in from the garden beyond the window. Adrian was already awake by her, perched upon the edge of the bed, his brow knit in thought."You slept little," she breathed.He glanced over his shoulder, and he smiled tiredly at her. "Too many thoughts. Too many ghosts."She scooted up and huddled the blanket to her waist. "Was it beneficial yesterday? Or too soon, too much?"Adrian didn’t answer immediately. He glanced out the window again, the light catching the sharp line of his jaw and the softness returning to his features—no longer sunken by sickness or shadowed by shame.“It helped,” he said finally. “It didn’t fix everything. But maybe it doesn’t need to. Maybe it’s enough that I’m no longer afraid to look at
Love's Healing Touch Chapter 72 — The Road Toward Reckoning
Morning's fog crept up the lip of the road from the village, enveloping the world in gray that kept even birdsong at bay. Adrian stood outside the cottage door, coat up but tied around his neck, satchel over his shoulder. Elara wrapped the scarf tightly around his neck, but her fingers lingered there a fraction of a moment longer than was needed."You don't have to do it today," she wept in a gasp.He looked at her. "If I wait, I never will have enough nerve to try it."The pain of his past was still a wound beneath his ribs—dull most days, but always there. Elara, in her quiet, steady way, had done more than ease the ache. She had helped him start to believe in life again. In himself. And now, with her at his side, he could finally confront the ghosts of what he once fled.“You’re not alone anymore,” she reminded him."Come on," he gasped. "It's the only way I can return."They emerged onto the highway, boots crunching on dry ground. The sky lightened, wedges of pale yellow slicing a
Love's Healing Touch Chapter 71 — Beneath the Willow's Grace
The sun's golden light filtered down through the branches of the willow that skirted the meadow, its withered twigs trembling like dry sentinels sharing a secret. Adrian stayed at the border of the trees, watching as Elara made her way across the waist-high grasses, the faint blue hem of her dress rubbing against wildflowers. She still had not seen him. He spoke not a word. He just watched.He found himself doing it so much lately—looking at her when she wasn't aware. Not at her own loveliness, though as much as he would never talk to the sun and tell her how lovely she was. It was the quiet surrounding her, an untroubled brook. Through all the pain, suffering, and deception in his past, Elara was the quiet his heart craved.But even in silence, they had questions. Questions he was almost too scared to ask.Elara spun around and regarded him."There you are," she grinned broadly. "I was thinking of sending out a search party."He smiled faintly and took a step forward, the sun catchin
Love's Healing Touch Chapter 70 – The Ties That Bind
The succeeding days were gloomy with a reserved sense of anticipation, the sort that resided in the bottom of Adrian's chest and pulled the strings of his heart every time he was around Elara. It wasn't merely the building tension of what would be—it wasn't merely the yet unborn child that she carried within her womb—something was shifting in the air, a shift of seasons both literal and metaphoric. Adrian was flowering beyond what the virus and his family rejection could ever claim to the contrary. He was flowering. And it was because of Elara.It was that late afternoon time when Adrian had entered the study, where Elara sat at her chair facing the desk, rummaging through papers. The sun from the window painted the room a rose and amber goldish pinkish hue."Adrian," she said to him, her eyes flashing up to his with the smile that left him shivering. She'd never smiled like this at him out of sympathy before, never had her eyes falter while the rest of the world may have judged him.
Love's Healing Touch Chapter 69 – When the Storm Lingers
It howled through the trees at night, scraping on the windows of Lancaster's manor as though it was some creature that had to be set free. Elara leaned in the hallway beyond the west wing, arms folded over her chest, looking out into the storm beyond through a tall, arched window. Rain lashed against the glass like brushstrokes, obscuring the world outside.Adrian trailed her back, his steps quiet. "Reminds me of the night I left," he whispered.Elara turned to him. His face was calm, but his eyes were tormented, as if pursuing memories still painful."Want to talk about it?" she asked. Adrian didn't respond. He walked, his fingers resting on the windowsill. "My father never came down himself. Had a letter brought by the butler. Said he hoped I'd 'find peace somewhere.' As if I was already dead." Elara's heart hurt too. "They were mistaken, Adrian. They all were." He laughed, a bitter one. "I know that now. But back then, I thought they were."Dry silence stretched between them
Love's Healing Touch Chapter 68 – Threads of Belonging
The air in the Lancaster estate during morning was redolent with the scent of lavender and dewy ivy. Elara sat on the balcony of their room, arms crossed over the warm woolen cloak thrown around her shoulders. The garden below, as she saw it, seemed to lie out like a tapestry—wild still, but not dead. Everything from flowers to leaves seemed to whisper of the change that was budding between her and Adrian.Behind her, the rustling of blankets being readjusted stirred Adrian awake.She turned in time to see him sitting up, running his messy hair back."You always wake up earlier than me," he grumbled.She snuggled in next to him and pushed a strand of hair behind his ear."I like to hear the world wake up."Adrian's lips curled up into a small smile."I like waking up to you."Their morning quiet time was new, but already so integral to the texture of their lives. That peace, so foreign to Adrian last spring, was slowly becoming home.As Adrian got dressed for the day, his attitude shi
Love's Healing Touch Chapter 67 – The First Light in New Walls
Sunlight streamed through the upper windows of the Lancaster house, golden dancing on walls once remembered. They'd spent their second day inside the estate house, and although all yet still surprised Elara, there was a quiet there she hadn't anticipated. The air was no longer heavy with Adrian's past—it was beginning to take on the shapes of their tomorrow.Elara awoke first, rolling over beneath the heavy velvet bedclothes of their bedchamber. She glanced over at Adrian, watching him sleep. There was something in the relaxed arrangement of his face while sleeping—unshackled, almost boyish—that always left her breathless. This was the man that the world had feared and excluded, the man whom they'd branded ruined.He was merely Adrian to her. Her Adrian.He rolled onto his side and opened his eyes slowly, a small smile tugging at his mouth as he saw her staring at him."You're gaping."She smiled. "I just can't believe that we're actually here."He wrapped his hand around hers under t
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