Blind Deception: The CEO's Regret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

The dim light from the bedside lamp cast long, flickering shadows against the walls of the villa’s private intensive care unit. It was quiet, save for the soft ticking of a wall clock, each second dragging by like a slow beat of an indifferent drum. Elona sat in the armchair beside Alaric’s bed, her posture weary but her gaze unwavering. She had already bathed him, adjusted the linen, and seen to the herbs that Master Fu had prescribed for his treatment. But it wasn’t the task that weighed on her now. It was the quiet ache inside her. A deep, unspoken frustration she couldn’t escape.She reached for the water pitcher on the bedside table and poured herself a glass, the gentle clink of the crystal against the glass the only sound in the room. The rhythmic sound of the liquid filling the glass seemed to accentuate the silence between them.Alaric’s once sharp, defiant features were now eerily still. His face, the jawline she’d once traced with her fingertips, the lips that had kissed h

Elona stood in the doorway of Alaric’s room, her hand resting lightly on the frame, as she watched the stillness of his form. Her breath hitched, and a strange ache settled deep in her chest. Every day, she’d hoped for some sign. A flicker in his eyelids, a twitch of his fingers but each day, Alaric remained the same: lifeless, unmoving. Yet the quiet whispers of hope she allowed herself to entertain were becoming harder to dismiss.The sound of footsteps echoed behind her, breaking the stillness. She turned to find Master Fu, his gentle eyes watching her with a mixture of concern and understanding. He had been an unwavering presence in her life since the moment she had arrived in Country C, and now, here he was, offering the wisdom that had guided her for so long. But today, his demeanor was more serious than usual.“Elona,” Master Fu began softly, his voice a calming balm to her frayed nerves. “I’ve been hearing your words. I know you’ve been speaking to him.” Elona nodded, but did

Harley’s heart raced as her heels clicked sharply against the polished marble floors of the Royale estate. She had finally arrived. Her eyes, wide with excitement and anticipation, darted to the door at the end of the hall. Her plan was simple: get to Alaric’s side, take advantage of his vulnerable state, and, if necessary, make sure she cemented her place in his life once and for all.She had been calculating, strategic. She knew the rules. Even in a vegetative state, Alaric could still father a child. And if she could carry his heir, there would be no denying her rightful place in the Royale family. She could step into the position she’d been trying to carve out for herself, and no one would question her anymore.But as she stepped closer to the room where Alaric lay in a coma, her gaze flickered to the doorway of a nearby room, where laughter and giggles echoed through the corridor. She paused, her curiosity piqued. It wasn’t just the sound of children, it was the sound of children

Elona sat by Alaric’s side, the rhythmic beeping of the machines the only sound in the sterile, cold room. Her fingers brushed against his hand, feeling the faint warmth that remained despite his unmoving state. It was strange, how someone could lie so still and yet seem so present, like a part of her soul was tethered to him.She leaned forward, her voice barely above a whisper. “I know you can hear me, Alaric,” she said softly. “I know you think that I’ve hurt you. I know you believe that I’ve made mistakes... but so have you.” Her chest tightened as she forced back the tears threatening to spill over. “I wanted to give up on you. I tried to move on. I thought maybe... just maybe, I could have a life without you in it. But every day... every moment, you’re still here.” Her voice faltered slightly, but she quickly composed herself.“I wanted to hate you. And for a time, I did,” she continued, her fingers tracing the lines of his hand, “But the truth is, I love you, Alaric. I’ve alwa

The next few days passed in a quiet rhythm. Elona found herself growing used to the subtle changes in Alaric’s condition. His vitals, though still fragile, were more stable. The room, once cold and sterile, now had a sense of life. The scent of herbs, remedies Elona had prepared herself, mingled with the soft sound of the triplets’ laughter drifting from outside.It was a delicate balance: her hopes rising with each small improvement, yet the weight of her past with Alaric, the hurt, the betrayal, never quite lifting. She would sit beside his bed, her hand on his, and talk to him for hours. She would speak of the triplets, of the life she had built without him, and of the quiet sacrifices she had made. There were moments when she would pause, her voice faltering, unsure if he could hear her. But each time, she returned, convinced that, somehow, he could feel the sincerity in her words.The triplets, as Master Fu had suggested, were the key. They were so young, so full of innocence, a