All Chapters of Love Rewritten: Chasing Her Back: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

♞ Adrian: “She's better now, and can be discharged by the end of today.” The doctor said, and I nodded, as he listed off everything we needed to get. What and what Rory shouldn't do in order not to stress her emotionally or even physically. I kept nodding till he finally finished. By the time he was done, my gaze dropped to the time on my wristwatch and I noticed it was already five minutes to four. I stepped out of the doctor’s office and made my way down the hallway, walking over to Rory's hospital room. The sound of her hearty laughter stopped me in my tracks, and a smile ghosted my lips. Trish said something again that made Rory laugh again. There was something about the sound of her laughter that kind of filled my inside with warmth. Without another word, I pressed my fingers on the handle of the door and pushed it open. The moment I entered inside, I noticed Rory was sitting on her bed, reading through a file, while Trish stood beside her bed, helping her to pack

♛Aurora:“After inhaling all that antiseptic for almost a week straight, I fear I can't perceive nice things anymore.” Trish groaned from beside me. She made a gesture of wiping tears from her eyes dramatically, “This is all your fault, Rory.”Despite all the complaints, she still scooped a spoonful of ice cream and led it to her mouth.A small smile grazed my lips, and I spoke out, “You're welcome.”Dmitri snorted from the driver’s seat, catching Trish’s whining through the rearview mirror. “You act like you were the one in the hospital bed,” he said, brows lifting a little, and creasing into a frown. “Pretty sure the only thing you suffered was emotional distress from a lack of Wi-Fi.”Trish clutched her chest, and her brows pulled together as she picked offense in his words. “Excuse you! I happen to be a very sensitive soul, Dmitri. Being around sick people in a hospital that smells of nothing but antiseptic and drugs is traumatic. Do you know how many times I almost cried?”Leon,

♛ Aurora: Without pondering much on who it might be because I had a feeling it was Adrian, I stood up from the couch and walked over to the door, before unlocking it and pushing the handle down. I Opened the door ajar a little and glanced outside. Relief settled cooly in my nerves when I saw that it was indeed Adrian. His dark rimmed eyes fell on me and a small smile tipped his lips, “Rory,” he called out. “Adrian,” I muttered in a low voice. He stood there, tall and calm, holding a paper bag in one hand, and a box of what I presumed to be sweets and chocolates in another hand. His tie was loose, shirt wrinkled from what must have been a long day, his hair was disheveled and covering part of his face. His eyes softened the second he saw my face. “I brought dinner,” he said, lifting the bag slightly. “And desserts” He added softly as he raised the other hand a little “You’re late.” I said as I briefly glanced at the time on my phone. It was already a couple of minutes after 11.

♛ Aurora: Something in me cracked open. I didn’t know what to do with the ache in my chest, his words reached for all the places I had carefully boarded shut. His confession wasn't just words to me… it was raw, trembling truth. I couldn't help but turn to glance at him. And what I saw in his eyes was vulnerability that left no room for armor. Everything he said was nothing but what he felt. I looked at him deeply, the same way his dark eyes stared at me deeply. His jaw was tight, like he was holding himself back from saying more. His fingers twitched at his thigh. He wasn't comfortable in the silence, he wanted me to say something. Anything. I swallowed the lump stuck in my throat, because something inside me was caving in. I hated him. I resented him. I despised him. But I loved him. I missed him. I ached for him. All at once. Adrian’s eyes dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes, his chest rising and falling like he was trying to breathe me in. “Say someth

♞ Adrian: I slid my car keys into my pants pocket before looking up at the mansion before me. A deep breath escaped my lips and I ran my fingers through my neatly brushed hair, before making my way inside. I hated this house. I didn't like coming here. Neither do I like the memories it pulls coming here. My father’s message had been unclear to me. All it read was: 'Come home, Adrian. There’s something we need to discuss.' When I read the message first thing I woke up this morning, I almost canceled on it. My intention was to cover it up with me being out on a buisness meeting. But at the last moment, I decided to just come around. Besides, I had a certain other business to handle with someone in this house. The butler opened the door the second I stepped onto the porch, like he'd been waiting all day. “Welcome home.” He greeted with a nod, which I returned before he glanced inside, “They’re in the lounge.” I almost asked where else would they be? Probably perched on those pret