บททั้งหมดของ Love's Healing Touch: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Adrian Lancaster had everything a man could desire—wealth, power, and an undeniable charm that made people turn their heads the moment he entered a room. Women admired him, men envied him, and the world seemed to bend at his feet. Wherever he went, he was treated like a king, adored for his breathtaking beauty and the effortless confidence he carried.Tonight was no different. The grand ballroom of the Lancaster estate was alive with music and chatter, glittering under the golden chandeliers. His fiancée, Seraphina Vale, clung to his arm, dressed in a stunning sapphire gown that complemented her delicate features. “You truly are the most handsome man I’ve ever seen,” she whispered against his ear, her lips curling into a smile.Adrian smirked, reveling in the way her eyes glowed with admiration. “And you, my love, are the most exquisite woman in this room.”They were perfect together—at least, that’s what the world believed. People often spoke of them as the ideal couple, envying thei

Adrian’s eyes fluttered open, met with the dim glow of a single lantern hanging from the ceiling. The room was small, warm, and unfamiliar. A wooden shelf lined with old books and handmade trinkets rested against the far wall, and the scent of herbs and freshly cut wood lingered in the air. A soft blanket was draped over him, the fabric rough but comforting. For a moment, he panicked, his mind racing to remember where he was.Then it hit him—he had collapsed, and she had brought him here.His fingers curled into the blanket as he sat up, his body aching with resistance. He was still weak, the fever from his worsening condition making his limbs feel like lead. His gaze shifted toward the small window, where faint morning light streamed in. Outside, he saw her—the girl who had taken him in—moving about in the yard, tending to the animals. She didn’t glance his way, didn’t hover like others might have.He should leave. He needed to leave.But his body wasn’t ready.Adrian clenched his ja

The night was deep and quiet, the kind of silence that stretched endlessly, swallowing every sound. The faint crackling of the fire in the other room was the only noise Adrian could hear. Sleep refused to come, leaving him trapped in the hollow space between exhaustion and restless thought.He turned his head slightly, catching sight of the dim glow seeping through the doorway. His body still ached from weakness, but something in him stirred with curiosity.Slowly, he pushed the blanket aside and got up, careful not to make a sound. When he stepped into the small living area, he saw her sitting near the fire, her hands idly threading a piece of fabric. Her head was tilted downward, her expression peaceful as she worked, and from her lips, a soft hum carried through the air.It wasn’t a song he recognized, but there was something soothing about it. It reminded him of something distant—something warm.She must have sensed his presence because she looked up, her eyes meeting his. She did

The village was still quiet in the early morning, the air crisp with the lingering chill of the night. Birds chirped softly in the distance, their songs blending with the rustling leaves as a soft breeze swept through the land.Adrian sat outside the small wooden cabin, his back against the rough surface of the porch railing, watching the sky shift from deep purple to soft orange. He had spent so long avoiding people, locking himself away from the world, but now, something was changing. He wasn’t sure if he liked it or if it terrified him more than anything else.Inside, he could hear her moving around, the clinking of dishes, the faint sound of humming. There was a warmth in the air, not just from the rising sun but from the scent of freshly baked bread, something sweet that made his stomach tighten with unexpected hunger.He had never cared for small things like these before. But now… he noticed.The door creaked open, and she stepped outside, carrying a small plate in her hands.“H

The past few days had shifted something between them. It was subtle, unspoken, but undeniably there.Adrian still found himself wary, still found himself questioning whether he could truly allow someone to get close again. But the girl—she was patient. She didn’t demand anything from him, didn’t push beyond what he was willing to give.And maybe that was why, slowly, bit by bit, his walls were beginning to crack.The sky had darkened since the morning, heavy gray clouds rolling over the village, promising another storm. The wind carried a biting chill, rustling the trees and shaking the fragile wooden fences that lined the small houses.Adrian stood outside the cabin, staring up at the sky. The scent of rain was thick in the air, and he could feel the first few droplets landing on his skin.“You should come inside before the storm gets worse,” her voice came from behind him.He turned slightly, watching as she pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders. Her concern for him was evid