Chapter 171 After hearing what happened to his friend, Russo rushed back to the mansion. His heart pounded in his chest as he made his way through the grand corridors, each step heavier than the last. He had known Connor for years, and the thought of something terrible happening to him was almost unbearable. Hans greeted Russo as he arrived, a grave expression on his face. Without uttering a word, Hans led Russo through the opulent mansion to the room where Connor was being treated. The seconds felt like hours as they walked, and dread coiled in Russo's stomach. When they finally entered the room, Russo's breath caught in his throat. The sight before him was a horrifying tableau of pain and suffering. Connor lay on the bed, his face ashen and his body covered in blood-soaked bandages. Russo couldn't believe what he was seeing. His friend had been shot multiple times, and the severity of his injuries left Russo shocked beyond anything he could ever imagine. Russo rushed to Connor's

CHAPTER 173 Connor was finally getting discharged from the private hospital wing. His injuries were slowly healing. Annah didn't allow him to leave the bedroom. Not that he couldn't but the last thing he wanted was to get on her bad side and upset her. The things he did for that woman. It surprised him sometimes, caught him off guard even but he'd do it all over again, just to see her happy, just to see her lips tugging up in a smile. He was slowly regaining strength, his appetite had returned and Annah took it upon herself to make sure he ate more often than he usually did. "I'm not a drum you know" he shifted away when he saw her pick up another piece of fruit in an attempt to give it to him. "Just one more wouldn't hurt you know" she said softly, the edge of her lips tugged up in an amused smile. He stared at her like he was entranced in a spell. He wasn't sure he could get over how beautiful she was. He never really got tired from looking at her. He could do that all day,

CHAPTER 175"You're back to the office so early?" Connor snapped his head towards the direction of the hallway. Russo casually leaned against the wall, a look of amazement and worry on his face. it seemed he wasn't going to approve of Connor's immediate return either. Russo eyes ran over Connor quickly, almost as if he was looking for an injuri which were now invisible. The recovering injuries were buried beneath Connor's suit. "Didn't Bruno give you strict instructions to rest?" Russo raised an eyebrow in question. If there's anything he was painfully aware of, it was how stubborn Connor was. He never backed down easily. Russo wasn't sure he knew what the definition of rest was. Connor had always been one to work hard. He liked getting things done by himself even if he knew he had hundreds of people at his beck and call. "I don't work for Bruno, Russo. You know that." Connor said dryly. His gaze returned to the papers that were scattered across the table. Russo took the liberty o

CHAPTER 177Annah found it a bit amusing that Hans was insistent on escorting her to the library despite the amount of times she had politely declined. She wondered if the guards following closely behind them were not enough to assure him and Connor that she was perfectly and completely safe. Yet they were insistent on not taking chances. Between Connor and Hans. She didn't know who was more stubborn. Perhaps that was why Connor decided that he was the perfect fit for chief head of security. he was the sort of person that knew how to make decisions for the well being of the people that he protected. Despite the stoic facade that Hans put on Infront of people. Annah knew that he was a man that had compassion and had Connor's best interest at heart. He would do anything to see Connor happy and would do everything possible to ensure he was safe and away from threat. She noticed Hans seemed a little on edge. She wanted to inquire the reason for his mood but decided against it. It was pr

CHAPTER 179Something was wrong. Annah could sense it from Connor as they sat at the dinner table. He was occupied with cutting his son's food into smaller pieces. Everytime she tried to ask him if he was ok. He would assure her that he was and then would back it up with a smile that wasn't in the least bit convincing. She knew when he was trying to suppress his emotions, she knew when he was trying to keep what he was feeling away from her, all because he didn't want to dampen her mood. She noted the way his shoulders were a bit tight with tension, she noted the muscles in his jaw. She considered trying to get him to admit what was bothering him, but not here. Not at the dinner table. There were maids still serving platters of food that they couldn't even quite finish. She had tried to convince him of the fact that having a near buffet for dinner wasn't always necessary. But he wouldn't listen. He's always insistent in spoiling her and thier son. Hans hanged around the dinner table