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Chapter 88 – The Unspoken Truth

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Adrian stood at the edge of the old stable, his hand braced on the wooden beam, listening to the soft rustling of hay as Elara moved inside. The air was thick with unspoken words. After everything—after the storm, after the kiss that still burned in his memory—he found himself once again afraid. Not of the virus, not of rejection, but of the aching vulnerability that came with loving her. Loving her deeply. Recklessly.

Elara hummed a soft tune as she poured water into a trough, her hands steady, her back to him. The goats bleated gently as if sensing the tension that wrapped around them. He watched her, the way the morning light made her hair shimmer, the calm in her movements, the warmth she carried like a hearth in winter. She was the only thing in his life that made sense anymore. And that terrified him.

He stepped inside. She turned slightly, her gaze meeting his. There was no accusation in her eyes, only quiet understanding—the kind that made it hard to lie to oneself. “You didn’
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  • Love's Healing Touch   Chapter 88 – The Unspoken Truth

    Adrian stood at the edge of the old stable, his hand braced on the wooden beam, listening to the soft rustling of hay as Elara moved inside. The air was thick with unspoken words. After everything—after the storm, after the kiss that still burned in his memory—he found himself once again afraid. Not of the virus, not of rejection, but of the aching vulnerability that came with loving her. Loving her deeply. Recklessly.Elara hummed a soft tune as she poured water into a trough, her hands steady, her back to him. The goats bleated gently as if sensing the tension that wrapped around them. He watched her, the way the morning light made her hair shimmer, the calm in her movements, the warmth she carried like a hearth in winter. She was the only thing in his life that made sense anymore. And that terrified him.He stepped inside. She turned slightly, her gaze meeting his. There was no accusation in her eyes, only quiet understanding—the kind that made it hard to lie to oneself. “You didn’

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