บททั้งหมดของ HIS FORBIDDEN TEMPTATION : บทที่ 201 - บทที่ 210

The first thing I felt when I woke up wasn’t the stiffness in my neck or the aching weight in my back from sleeping in the same position all night.It was her.Still lying there.Still asleep.Emily hadn’t moved.I blinked slowly, chest tightening as I shifted just enough to glance down at her. She was curled into me, her breath ghosting soft and even against my hoodie. Her skin wasn’t as cold as it had been last night. Her forehead was still warm, but not burning.That was something.Progress.Carefully, I touched her cheek. She didn’t stir. No twitch. No flinch.My heart sank a little, even though I should’ve been relieved. At least she wasn’t worse. At least she was here.Still breathing.Still fighting.I eased out of the bed, moving with a precision that only came from a lifetime of knowing how not to wake someone when you didn’t want to. I pulled the blanket higher around her, tucking it beneath her chin. Then I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her temple.“I’ll be back,” I whi

I woke slowly, like surfacing from a long, dark dream I never wanted to return to. The first thing I felt was warmth—real, solid warmth—like the sun had finally broken through the cold weight that had held me down for days.And then I saw him.Lorenzo.His head was resting on the mattress, right beside my hip. One hand was curled loosely around mine, the other arm draped over the edge of the bed. His chest rose and fell with deep, steady breaths, and his dark lashes cast faint shadows beneath his eyes.God, he looked exhausted.Like he didn't get any sleep all night. Like he’d been keeping vigil over me. My chest tightened, and I didn’t even realize I was smiling until my fingers moved, threading gently through his thick, tousled hair.He stirred immediately.His eyes fluttered open, and for a second, he looked disoriented. Then he saw me—and everything changed.The tiredness vanished.The tension in his jaw eased.And he smiled.Not the cocky, dangerous smirk he used when the world

I didn’t think it was possible to float through the halls of a mansion, but apparently, it was. Maybe it was the way Lorenzo was holding me—one arm cradling my back, the other beneath my knees like I weighed nothing at all, despite my half-hearted protests. Or maybe it was the way his lips brushed the side of my temple every few seconds, like he still couldn’t believe I was real. Or maybe it was just the fact that I’d said yes. I said yes. To him. To all of it. I tucked my head under his chin and breathed in the warm scent of him—clean soap, something woodsy, and something uniquely Lorenzo. “You know I can walk, right?” I murmured against his throat, even though my ankle was still a little sore. “Yeah, but I don’t like seeing you limp around like a baby deer,” he said without missing a beat. “Plus, I like carrying you. Makes me feel useful.” “You’re already useful,” I teased. He laughed, a low rumble in his chest. “Am I?" He carried me into the far wing of the house—his fa

It turns out that waking up in a mansion with your best friend squealing about your love life is the best kind of therapy. After our little scream-fest, Jane refused to let me stay cooped up in bed. "Nope," she said, hands on her hips like some sort of drill sergeant in a Gucci hoodie. "You may be healing, but you’re not dying. And I’m not flying all the way to Italy just to stare at you in bed like some tragic Victorian ghost." So I caved. I let her help me up, her chatter filling the room like birdsong. Every step I took was careful—my ankle still throbbed, but the pain had dulled into something manageable. And honestly? I barely noticed it with her beside me, talking a mile a minute and pointing at every detail like she was a tourist in Versailles. "Okay, first of all," she said as we exited the room, her arm looped through mine, "this hallway alone has more chandeliers than my entire apartment building." "You haven’t even seen the staircase yet," I replied, amused. She gaspe

I wasn’t supposed to be home yet.My meeting had ended earlier than expected—mostly because Angelo had handled everything like the efficient bastard he was. I didn’t ask for a debrief. He knew I trusted him.And right now, all I wanted was to see her.I missed her.That thought punched me in the chest harder than I expected. I was never the man who admitted to something as mundane as “missing” someone. But when it came to Emily… normal rules didn’t apply.I tightened my grip on the steering wheel as the mansion came into view.The gates rolled open smoothly. The driveway stretched out in front of me, flanked by manicured hedges and sun-drenched marble. The kind of estate most men would kill to own. But all I could think about was the woman inside it.And then I saw him.A figure stepping off the front porch just as my car rolled to a stop.Tall. Polished. Familiar.My eyes narrowed.Alessandro Salvatore.What the fuck?He hadn’t seen me yet, but I saw him.He moved toward his car, the