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Chapter 14: Shattered Glass
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2026-09-03 02:34:10
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In the silence of the room the hum of the heart monitor was deafening.Every layer of his polished executive armor peeled or rubbed off, Adrian stepped forward. He came up to her bedside as if he were a trespasser on hallowed ground, and he knelt on one knee so that his eyes were at the same level as Grace's. He lowered his hand over her feeble, arid fingers, taking care not to crush them.Adrian’s voice took on a raw huskiness, "I am out of the rain, Mrs. Bennett. "I’m right here."The sedatives still lingered in her pale face and the tension slowly disappeared as Grace breathed in and out. Her hands fell from her body, her dark eyelids closed and her breath became regular and settled and rested.The hand hovered over her chest, but Aurora was paralyzed. "She knows you."Adrian murmured and slowly rose to his feet, "She saw the sketches. His grey eyes were filled with emotion. When we were little, Aurora,What do you mean?When he almost didn't have time to respond, his phone started
The Man Of My Dreams Chapter 14: Shattered Glass
Inside Recovery Room 412, the only sound was the steady beat of the cardiac monitor's beep.Aurora sat in an armchair, clutched her mother's floppy hand, the mattress surrounding her was pulled up tight. Grace's face was paper pale, her greying hair pushed back from her brow, a transparent nasal cannula providing additional oxygen. The sheet was white, her chest rose up, slowly, fragile, but steady, under the white sheet.Alive.A breath shook Aurora as she laid her forehead against the edge of the bed. The fear that had been deep within her for since she was sixteen had finally relaxed, and she was plagued by a bone-ache.A heavy door behind her, creaking with silicone grease, opened.Aurora stood taut and ready for Damien's quick march, his demand for answers, his bruised ego demanding blood. But the steps were too silent, calm.The small visitor's sofa was draped with a dark wool coat. Adrian moved in gently to the wash of fluorescent lights with two paper cups from the machine dow
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