Time slipped quietly by, carried along by hidden undercurrents.Marcellus’s recovery was even faster than anyone had expected. The hospital air still carried the sharp scent of disinfectant, but for Livia, the initial strangeness and aversion had long faded—this stark, sterile space had, for the time being, become another battlefield of hers.During the day, she moved with poise through every corner of the city, from the castle to the hospital, from meetings to investigations, with effortless grace and fluidity.And every night, no matter how busy, no matter how exhausted in body or mind, she would drive to the hospital, change out of her day clothes, step into the familiar ward, and quietly slip into the modest bed, nestling silently beside Marcellus.Her presence, like an invisible balm, soothed the man’s pain and anxiety.Marcellus sensed it. From the initial guilt and heartache to the later peace and growing reliance—every time he awoke, there was always that familiar warmth in hi
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