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　　He pulled back just slightly, his voice low and rough, still warm against her lips.　　“Why are you wearing mine?”　　Emily’s voice was soft, a tender counterpoint to the heat coursing through her. Her fingers traced the arch of his brow, the sharp line of his cheekbone, each touch quiet and deliberate.　　“Because you’re mine,”she whispered, her gaze steady and unflinching.“And I’m yours.”　　The words struck something deep in him—a quiet spark that flared suddenly, wildly, into fire.　　Adrian’s hands moved with a quiet certainty, his touch saying what words couldn’t—how deeply, how fiercely he loved her.　　　　With a low, primal sound, he lifted her effortlessly, his strength evident in the ease with which he held her against the wardrobe.　　Emily’s legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, her thighs trembling as she clung to him, the robe parting to reveal the curve of her hips.　　The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, mingled with the faint jasmine of the hotel’s air.

　　He pressed one last kiss to the top of her head, his lips resting there for a second, like he was sealing something precious. Then he settled back, his arms still around her, their heartbeats blending into one steady rhythm.　　The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting gentle gold across the room. Emily stirred against the pillows, the quiet hum of the air punctuated only by the faint sounds of movement nearby.When she sat up, the scent of fresh bread and fruit reached her first.On the table near the window, breakfast had already been set: warm croissants, a glass carafe of orange juice, a bowl of sliced berries. Beside it sat a folded napkin and a single white flower—thoughtful, simple, unmistakably Adrian.A moment later, the door to the bathroom opened.He stepped out, barefoot, towel slung low on his hips, another in hand as he casually ran it through his damp hair. His skin still held the warmth of the shower, droplets clinging to his shoulders, gliding s

　　He blinked, caught off guard by her lightness—then leaned down and pressed a kiss to her temple.　　“I’m scared,”he murmured.　　That made her pause.　　Adrian? Scared?　　The man who always looked five steps ahead, who could bend a room with a single sentence?　　The softness in his voice felt like something sacred—raw and real in a way she hadn’t expected.　　Her heart stirred.　　“I think,”she whispered, touching his jaw,“I fall more in love with you every single day.”　　Adrian’s eyes didn’t move from hers.　　And just then, from the back of the vinyl shop, the turntable kicked in—static, then a piano chord, then soft strings.　　“Someday, when I’m awfully low…”　　“When the world is cold…”　　“I will feel a glow just thinking of you…”　　“And the way you look tonight.”　　The lyrics drifted gently through the space, filling the quiet between them like candlelight.　　Adrian’s fingers tightened slightly around hers.　　“I don’t think I ever told you,”he said, his voice low.　　She tilted her hea

　　When Emily stepped out of her office that evening, Adrian was already waiting by the car, a small velvet box in hand.　　She raised an eyebrow, curious.“What’s this?”　　He handed it to her with a smile.“From my aunt. She said it’s for you.”　　Emily lifted the lid carefully.　　Inside lay a cascading floral brooch, delicate and ornate. She recognized the design immediately—it was something she’d seen once in a museum exhibit, a rare piece from the Art Nouveau era. The petals were set with high-fire opals that shimmered with shifting colors, and the center gleamed with fine diamonds in place of stamens. It was exquisite. Irreplaceable.　　Adrian watched her expression.“Don’t worry. She’s not short on money—she genuinely wanted you to have it.”　　Emily ran a finger lightly along the edge of the brooch.“Then I’ll wear it the next time we have a family dinner. I want her to see I love it.”　　Jewelry like that wasn’t just a gift—it was a symbol. Wearing it meant more than just acceptance. It

　　That afternoon,Adrian made the call himself.　　Within an hour,his private physician had sent over every recent medical report—scans,bloodwork,full health profiles—and even arranged for a house visit.A new round of tests was drawn and processed at top speed.　　By the end of the day,the fresh results arrived.　　Emily sat curled up on the living room couch,Adrian’s phone resting in her palm as she scrolled through the health report his doctor had just sent.　　Clean.　　All the new tests had come back normal—blood panels,cardiac scans,sleep profile.Everything.　　She finally let out a quiet breath,the knot between her brows loosening just a little.　　Then a notification popped up at the top of the screen.　　From:Leo Tan.　　Her thumb paused.　　Leo Tan?　　She blinked.　　That name—Her friend from university.The creative director behind MoonVisualsOfficial,the immersive lunar exhibit