Julliard stood just outside Sharon's hospital room. He pressed down the excitement churning in his chest and gently turned the handle, pushing the door open.Only a small bedside lamp was lit inside, its dim glow settling over the bed. Sharon lay with her eyes closed, breathing slow and even, her long lashes casting a small shadow beneath her eyes.Julliard's gaze fell on her face, greedy and unrelenting, his chest filling up with something that ached and swelled at once.'Sharon…'He repeated her name silently in his head, stepping closer to the bed one step at a time. With every step, his breathing grew a little more ragged.Just then, from the direction of the sofa, came the faint, unmistakable snap of a magazine page falling shut.In the silence of the room, it landed like a thunderclap.Julliard went rigid, snapping his head around toward the sound.In the dim light, he made out a figure seated on the sofa. The man's long legs were crossed lazily, his posture unbothered. H
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