《The Billionaire's Runaway Ex-Wife 》全部章節：第 451 章 - 第 460 章

Leon crouched beside Sia’s bed, his eyes fixed on her delicate face. She looked beautiful, even in this fragile state, but there was something unnervingly fragile about her now. Her once-full cheeks had hollowed, her bones more pronounced than before. He could hardly bring himself to touch her, afraid of causing any harm."Can I sleep with you tonight, baby?" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t feel like being far from you. My heart is so restless. Maybe it’s because Rowan said you could wake up any moment now. But I’m scared. I don’t want to let myself get too excited, only to be let down again. I can’t handle that kind of disappointment. For three months, I have been told that you might wake up soon. Every time, I let myself hope and every time, nothing changes."He fell silent for a moment, his hand hovering just above hers but not touching her. He continued, his voice filled with emotion, "Let’s talk about something else. I have been forced to go back to work. I

Sia’s POVI was floating in an endless expanse of darkness, weightless and suspended. I wasn’t awake, yet I wasn’t entirely asleep either. The void surrounded me, but then, faint flickers of light began to pierce through, breaking apart the shadows. Shards of memories started surfacing and all of them were sharp and vivid.I could hear laughter. A burst of warm, carefree joy echoed in my ears. I saw myself, Leon, and a grumpy dog trudging through the snow. The image shifted, and there we were, walking with a group of tribal people. I was ahead of him, curious and eager to keep up with the group, while Leon stayed close behind, his watchful gaze ensuring I didn’t stray too far. At that time I thought, he was keeping an eye on his hostage but now I see that he was worried for me. The scene flickered, and now we stood beneath a living tree in the middle of a harsh winter. Snow surrounded us but the tree blossomed against all odds. Flowers fell, landing on both of us as we silently stare

When Leon finally came home later that evening, he was met with an unexpected sight: Nico, who was crying loudly and causing a ruckus. It was his first time meeting his nephew, and he hadn’t imagined the introduction would be anything like this. He stopped in his tracks, concern immediately washing over him.“Mom, is he okay? You said he was sick,” Leon asked, his voice filled with worry.Anne sighed. “He is fine. He is just being stubborn. He wants me to let him go to your room. He has already checked out every other room in the house, and now he wants to go where he is not allowed.”Leon raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his eyes as he watched Nico who was still sobbing. He reached out, trying to comfort the child, but Nico shot him a look that made it clear he wasn’t interested in anyone’s help. “He is too scary to be Rhys’s son,” Leon muttered with a grin. “Our Rhys was a ball of sunshine.”Anne leaned in, whispering softly, “He is a copy of your dad. So grumpy.”Leon chu

Song: Whispers by Myles SmithIn the garden of the Hart House. Winter was approaching. The air was crisp and the scent of burning wood lingered as the bonfire crackled warmly. The entire family had gathered around it, wrapped in blankets and laughter.Off to the side, Callum sat with a guitar in his hands, his fingers gently strumming the strings. His voice carried through the garden, low and soulful:"Am I on your mind? 'Cause you live in mine Oh, I've realised I've been wastin' time Lookin' in your eyes, there's my whole damn life Hold me close tonight in your arms, as I whisper….”Leon sat beside Sia, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. It had been two months since she woke up, and the shadows that once haunted her were beginning to lift. The face she had dreaded seeing in the mirror was healing with the scars fading day by day. Her hair, which had broken her heart, had grown a little longer. One night, Charlotte had let Sia cry until there were no more tears. Then, with he

Rowan then turned his attention to his wife. “Why aren’t you eating?” he asked as he noticed Estelle picking at her food. “Is the food not to your liking?” Ellora asked kindly, always warm toward her granddaughter-in-law. Estelle was her first granddaughter-in-law and so she had a specia place in the old woman’s heart. “Grandma, she has an eating disorder,” Rowan said, completely unfiltered, in front of the entire family. “She barely eats anything.”Estelle’s face turned crimson with embarrassment. “No, no,” she protested. “He is exaggerating. I’m fine.” Desperate to prove her point, she forced herself to eat a piece of eggplant, even though she hated its texture. “I’m just a picky eater.”Rowan shrugged casually. “Come on, it’s family. They won’t judge you.”Estelle just buried her face in the plate and not said anything. Sia leaned over to whisper in Charlotte’s ear, “His wife wasn’t comfortable sharing her secret. How is he not able to read that?”Charlotte sighed. “I like Rowan.