LOGIN~LORETTE~For the next several days, I make a deliberate effort to keep a careful distance between Nate and myself.What happened in the bathroom cannot be allowed to repeat itself. So, I limit every unnecessary moment of physical closeness. Instead of staying too near him for long periods, I focus on the practical things like working with the house staff to prepare his meals, cooking the healing soups recommended for his recovery, and making sure he takes his medicine at the proper times. When he needs help moving around the house, I assist him, then quietly return to my own bedroom until I am needed again.To my relief, Nate improves steadily with each passing day. The color returns to his face, his movements grow stronger, and the sharp edge of worry I have been carrying begins to ease. The faster he recovers, the sooner I will be able to return to the Sterling estate.This morning, the two of us are seated at the dining table having breakfast when I set my cup down and finally
~LORETTE~Nate’s arms tighten around me from behind, pulling my back firmly against his body, the sudden closeness stealing the breath from my lungs. Every solid line of him presses against me through the warm water; the firm plane of his chest, the strength in his arms, and then something else entirely. Something… hard and unmistakably long rests against the lower curve of my back.My eyes fly wide open in realization of what that is.Simultaneously, heat explodes across my face so intensely it feels volcanic. Worse still is the traitorous warmth that begins to pool low in my stomach, spreading downward in a way I desperately wish I could ignore.“Let go,” I say quickly, trying to ease myself out of his hold without jostling the bandages at his side. “Nate—”His arms only secure me more firmly. He rests his head against the curve of my shoulder, his breath warm against my skin as he speaks in a low, soft voice.“You have no idea how badly I’ve missed having you around this house,”
~LORETTE~My eyes widen the moment the words leave his mouth, heat rushing to my face so quickly to my face that I almost lose my grip on him. For a second my hands slip against his arm, and I have to catch myself before I let go completely. Nate notices immediately. That slight, amused smirk remains on his lips as he looks down at me.“Why are you looking at me like you’ve just seen a ghost?” He asks with that mischievous calmness in his tone.I straighten as best as I can and force my expression into something closer to composure.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I reply quickly. “If you’re not going to be serious, we should just go back to your room so you can rest.”The smirk fades into something more pitiful. He leans a little more of his weight against me, his voice softening.“So you don’t care about me at all?” he asks. “I haven’t had a proper bath all day. Is this how you want me to remain?”I open my mouth, then close it again.Argh! Clearly, there is no clean way
~LORETTE~A gentle touch on my arm slowly pulls me out of sleep.When I open my eyes, soft morning light is already filtering into the hospital waiting area. My neck feels stiff from the awkward position I fell asleep in. Beside me, Bentley’s head is resting heavily against my shoulder, her breathing deep and even. Stella is still seated on the other side of the bench, her body slumped in exhaustion.A nurse stands in front of me with a polite expression.“Good morning.” I murmur, straightening carefully so I do not jolt Bentley too hard.“Good morning, Miss,” the nurse replies. “The patient is awake now. You may see him.”My heart leaps so strongly that for a second I forget how tired I am. A wide smile breaks across my face.“Thank you,” I say quickly. “Thank you so much.”As soon as the nurse walks away, I turn and gently shake Bentley’s arm, then reach over to wake Stella as well.“Bentley. Mother. Wake up.”Bentley stirs with a soft groan. “What is it…?”“Nate is awake.”Both of
~LORETTE~Marcus has already left to attend to other duties in the hospital, but his words refuse to leave my mind. No matter how many times I try to push them aside, they keep replaying.‘He kept asking how you were… and whether you were alright.’And earlier still, the certainty in Marcus’s voice when he said Nate was sincerely in love with me.I do not know what to make of any of it. The emotions sit tangled and heavy in my chest as I remain seated on the waiting bench, staring at the closed doors of the recovery wing.Footsteps eventually approach, and I look up to see Lucas returning. He is carrying a bag filled with the things he promised to bring.“Thank you,” I say sincerely as he hands it to me. “Really.”He sits down beside me for a moment.“How is Mother?” I ask next.“Stephanie was extremely worried,” Lucas answers. “She only calmed down after I got back to the estate and reassured her that you were safe and that everything was under control. We’ve also decided she will st
~LORETTE~Marcus’s expression finally softens into a small smile.“Thankfully, he is doing much better,” he says. “The bullet did not penetrate deep into his organs.”The moment the words leave his mouth, the tightness in my chest loosens so suddenly that a shaky breath escapes me. Tears spill down my cheeks again; this time mixed with relief. A broken smile forms on my lips even as I continue crying. Lucas’s arm settles more firmly around me, steadying me as the wave of emotion crashes through.Beside us, Stella and Bentley let out matching sounds of relief and pull each other into a tight hug.“Thank you,” Stella says to Marcus, her voice still thick with tears. “Oh, thank you so much.”Bentley nods rapidly. “Can we go in and see him now?”Marcus shakes his head gently.“He needs rest. By tomorrow, you will be able to check on him properly.”Both women thank him again, still wiping at their faces. Marcus then walks up to where I’m standing with Lucas.“How are you holding up, littl
~LORETTE~ “A divorce agreement?” Lucas’s frown deepens, as if I had just spoken in a foreign language. “What do you need that for?” The moment the words leave his mouth, regret hits me like a tornado. Instant shame washes over me, and I mentally slap myself for being so careless. Stupid. Stupid,
~LORETTE~ “Hospital?” Lucas’s voice immediately fills with heavy worry. “What happened? Are you okay, Lori?” “I got into an accident,” I reply quietly, not having the energy to explain more. We’re not close enough for that. “Oh God, Lori…” The panic in his voice grows. “Were you badly injured? Pl
~LORETTE~ “No.” I whisper, my voice thick with tears as I search into the faces of the doctors, desperately hoping they are kidding. But their faces remain full of remorse and pity. They are not joking. “No, no, no. God, please no!” I break down completely, sobbing hard. My bandaged arm and leg
~LORETTE~ “Help me, please… my baby…” I choke out in my wrecked car, drenched in my blood, hoping somebody would hear me. But only cold silence greets me. I have just been involved in an accident on my way home from my prenatal checkup. One second, I was smiling like the most contented woman ali







