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ARIA’S POVThe next day, when I visit Adam, I find him more alert, his strength returning. His eyes light up as I enter, and before I even settle in, he brings up the topic again.“The doctor says I’ll be discharged tomorrow. So, you’re coming with me home, right?”He asks me, with a persistence that feels almost childlike, about moving in with him. His insistence makes me wonder if the bruise has affected his mind.“Have you lost your mind during the coup?”His chuckle at my remark is soft, but it carries a hint of the old Adam, the one who could always make light of a serious situation.I tell him that saving me doesn’t give him the right to make things difficult for me. His eyes, filled with a blend of amusement and sincerity, meet mine as I ask why he’s so determined for me to live with him. He explains, with an earnestness that’s hard to ignore, that my presence will help him heal faster. Seeing my face, he claims, is the best medicine for his wounds. He adds, almost playfully, t

ARIA’S POVI owe Adam my life, and the weight of that debt settles heavily on my shoulders. The moment he saved me flashes through my mind, a stark reminder of the selflessness that drove him to risk everything for me. So, I make the decision that I know will change everything; I shall move in with him as soon as he is discharged.Returning home, I start the familiar process of packing my belongings. The room feels different now, filled with the ghosts of our past and the uncertainty of our future. Each item I pack carries a memory, a fragment of the life I once shared with Adam. As I fold clothes and wrap keepsakes, I am reminded of the life we built together and the cracks that eventually caused it to crumble. This time, though, there's a resolve in me, to face whatever comes our way.My father enters my room, his face a mask of concern and determination.“Aria, dear… We need to talk.”“Sure, Dad.”“Are you certain you’re doing the right thing?”“Yes, Dad. Don’t worry about me.”I s

ARIA’S POVConnor’s presence is a barrier between Aria and me. His constant vigilance feels like a wall, impenetrable and unyielding. I understand the necessity of his presence, especially after everything that has happened, but it’s frustratingly restrictive. I try to find ways to connect with Aria without any third party involved, but it’s impossible to have a bodyguard around us 24/7. Each time I attempt to speak with her, to share a moment of intimacy or genuine conversation, Connor’s shadow looms, a silent reminder of the ever-present danger and the barriers between us.I know that Connor will report every single matter to Dave Wilson. The thought of my every move being scrutinized and reported back is suffocating. If Dave Wilson gets to know that I am doing my best to get Aria back, he might oppose. The gratitude in his eyes for saving his daughter is unmistakable, but it doesn’t erase the skepticism and lack of trust he still holds toward me.I can see it in the way he watches

ADAM’S POVThe family dinner was surprisingly successful. At first, Aria's family was noticeably uncomfortable, their guarded expressions betraying their skepticism. The atmosphere was tense, each moment fraught with the unspoken history between us. But gradually, the tension began to dissipate. The conversation flowed more naturally, touching on business and light-hearted topics. They asked me about my well-being, their concern genuine yet tinged with wariness.Truthfully, I’m not entirely alright. The physical pain is bearable, but the frustration of being confined at home, while Connor hovers protectively over Aria, is almost too much to endure. Connor, with his commanding presence and chiseled features, exudes an air of confidence and strength that I find both impressive and intimidating. He is everything I once was and more—a paragon of protection and reliability.I can't help but feel a pang of jealousy whenever I see him with Aria and around her. His easy rapport with her, his

ARIA’S POVI really can’t understand why there is a new person in Adam’s house with his assistant. God knows what kind of business he is getting himself involved in. After the accident, Adam seems to have changed a lot, and I can’t quite put my finger on it.Moreover, I’ve also noticed changes in myself—my attitude and anger towards him have decreased over time. I hope I’m not falling for him again, or perhaps his charm still has some effect on me. Despite my best efforts to remain unaffected, I sometimes catch myself softening in his presence.This new guy, Blake, irritates me to no end. He looks like one of those jesters appointed to entertain royals in the old days. If Shakespeare were alive, he’d probably write a sonnet about this guy. The name Blake doesn’t even suit him.Today, Blake he came, dressed up like a joker and had the audacity to pull Connor into the garden for some kind of emergency situation.“Aria, come with me.”“But, Adam—”I thought about going to the garden to s