LOGINThe door clicked softly shut, and quiet settled back over the room.A while later, Thomas finally returned.Sharon was still asleep, likely still under the effects of the sedative. She was sleeping deeply, her brow faintly creased, as if caught in some unpleasant dream.Thomas stood by the bed, watching her without a sound. The light fell across her face, softening the lines of it. His gaze stayed heavy, weighted with something even he couldn't quite name.For some reason, whenever he looked at her, whatever restlessness had been building in his chest always settled, strangely, into calm.He reached out, hesitated, and in the end didn't touch her, only pulled the blanket back up over the shoulder it had slipped from. His movements were gentle, and his fingertip brushed her cheek by accident, catching a moment of warm, soft skin.His hand stilled. His dark eyes went deep, like the night outside the window that never quite lifted.…By the time Sharon woke, the sun was already hi
Julliard stood just outside Sharon's hospital room. He pressed down the excitement churning in his chest and gently turned the handle, pushing the door open.Only a small bedside lamp was lit inside, its dim glow settling over the bed. Sharon lay with her eyes closed, breathing slow and even, her long lashes casting a small shadow beneath her eyes.Julliard's gaze fell on her face, greedy and unrelenting, his chest filling up with something that ached and swelled at once.'Sharon…'He repeated her name silently in his head, stepping closer to the bed one step at a time. With every step, his breathing grew a little more ragged.Just then, from the direction of the sofa, came the faint, unmistakable snap of a magazine page falling shut.In the silence of the room, it landed like a thunderclap.Julliard went rigid, snapping his head around toward the sound.In the dim light, he made out a figure seated on the sofa. The man's long legs were crossed lazily, his posture unbothered. H
Sharon said it without thinking, the words spilling out before her mind caught up.She recovered a beat later. "I mean... you've helped me so much, and I don't even know when your birthday is. I really should do something."Thomas didn't press the subject further. "We'll talk about it once you're out of here."Wendy came back faster than expected, a few takeout boxes in hand. She glanced at Thomas first as she pushed the door open, then over at Sharon."I got porridge and a few side dishes, eat them while they're hot." She set everything down on the cabinet, unpacking as she talked. "Thomas, you haven't eaten either, right? Join us."Thomas didn't refuse. He opened one of the boxes and sat down on the sofa to eat.Sharon watched him for a moment, something uneasy settling in her chest. He should have been out celebrating his birthday with friends, and instead Wendy's phone call had dragged him back here.Carmen's earlier call to him might well have been about that, about wanting
Sharon blinked, startled to wake up and find Thomas sitting there."Didn't you leave for something?" she asked."I wrapped things up," Thomas said.Sharon glanced around the room and noticed Wendy wasn't there. "Where's Wendy?""She had to step out for something," Thomas said.Something occurred to Sharon, and she frowned. "Did she call you back here?""No," Thomas said. "I came on my own once I was done."Sharon didn't push further. She braced herself against the mattress to sit up, and the motion accidentally pulled at her wound. Her face went slightly pale.She tried hard to keep it from showing, but Thomas noticed anyway.He stood, gently helping her up. The faint coolness of his palm pressed through the thin fabric of her hospital gown. Once she was upright, he even thought to tuck her pillow behind the small of her back.Sharon's breath caught, her heart pounding hard."Thanks," she managed.She'd never felt anything like this before, not even when he'd been this clos
"He's changed his mind awfully fast about not wanting to see Sharon again," Carmen said. "He's not just fine with the idea of seeing her again, he's taken out Grant for her and now he's going to deal with Samantha for her too. "That's not like Thomas at all. Even if Sharon's useful to him, even if he'd step in to help her when she's in real danger, he'd stand back and watch everything else. He'd never go out of his way like this.""Wasn't it Marcus who dealt with Grant for him?" Chris asked.Carmen sighed. Chris never seemed to catch the actual point."Marcus isn't the point. The point is that even without Marcus, Thomas would have stepped in himself."That got through to Chris, more or less. "That's not really that strange, is it? Thomas's condition genuinely depends on Sharon. Helping her out a little isn't unreasonable.""He's helping her without her even knowing," Carmen said. "And even if he did nothing, the Kalens weren't going to let Grant off the hook either way."Chris
Seeing Carmen, who was supposed to be on his side, take Thomas's part instead, Chris was too angry to speak for a moment.Carmen didn't bother with him. She picked up the gift bag sitting on the chair beside her and handed it to Thomas."This is from me and Chris. Happy birthday, Thomas."Today was Thomas's birthday, and that was the real reason they'd come to find him. Sharon's situation mattered too, but it could wait for a gentler approach. Thomas wasn't a fool. Of course he'd caught the subtext under everything they'd said.He glanced at the gift inside the bag. "Thanks."He checked the time. "Anything else? If not, I should head out."Chris, seeing that Thomas was already trying to leave less than five minutes after arriving, couldn't resist a jab. "Not even staying for a meal? In that much of a rush? Off to go be with Sharon? Barely apart for a moment and it already feels like years, does it?""Seeing you ruined my appetite," Thomas said."You!" Chris sputtered, at a
After observing for some time, Jamie realized that Sharon had a remarkable way of caring for people. She wasn't a professional caregiver, but she anticipated Thomas's needs with an almost uncanny precision. Thomas rarely had to ask—she would already have everything ready.At first, Jamie had been s
Victoria felt her chest tighten, anger so fierce she could barely breathe.Sharon couldn't help but look away.What Jamie had started was already being twisted beyond recognition by Thomas.If Jamie knew that the words he once casually spoke had now returned as boomerangs, striking his beloved Vi
After speaking, Victoria looked at Thomas, trying to detect anger, guilt, or any trace of unease on his face.But there was nothing.Not even a flicker of surprise. Not a hint of shock.Thomas's expression remained calm, almost indifferent. "Oh, so you deliberately said it that way earlier," he r
If Victoria was a goddess perched beyond reach, then this woman was a sultry, fox‑eyed enchantress. Her beauty alone gave off a sense of wildness—someone who would never stay obediently in one place. Men wanted to conquer her; women instinctively despised her.Everyone turned toward the entrance.







