Semua Bab My Love, My Boss: Bab 21 - Bab 27

I remained still, reluctant to disrupt the fragile serenity that had settled over us. My head rested against his chest, rising and falling with each steady breath, while one leg draped over his, anchoring me in the warmth of our shared space. The blanket lay crumpled between us, a silent witness to the intimacy we had just shared, its folds mirroring the tangled emotions within me.A comforting warmth enveloped my body, a lingering echo of our closeness. I felt unburdened, as if the weight of past uncertainties had been gently lifted, leaving me both vulnerable and renewed.His fingers traced languid patterns along my spine, not following any discernible path, but moving with a purpose that spoke of connection rather than intent. Each touch was a reassurance, a grounding presence that tethered me to the reality of the moment.Every point of contact between us resonated deeply. I was acutely aware of the warmth of his skin against mine, the rhythm of our synchronized breathing, and the

The moment I stepped out of the room, the atmosphere shifted.The corridor was steeped in a heavy silence, the kind that follows a storm—still, but charged. The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, casting a sterile glow that bounced off the polished floors. The air was tinged with the faint scent of burnt coffee and ozone, remnants of overworked machines and tension.At the far end, Cazien leaned against the wall, his jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms tense with restraint. His shirt clung slightly to his back, damp from the heat that lingered in the building’s bones. His jaw was set, lips pressed into a thin line, eyes shadowed with fatigue and something unspoken.We stood there, the distance between us filled with the echoes of unsaid words and shared battles. The corridor, once a neutral passage, now felt like a no-man’s-land we both had crossed.He pushed off the wall, footsteps muffled against the carpet, each step

The car ride was too quiet. This silence had a certain type of weight, like something sharp was sitting between us - unsheathed but untouched. Even the city outside seemed to sense it wasn’t welcome here tonight. The blur of lights, the pulse of traffic - it all moved around the Wolfe car like a current avoiding something too dangerous to touch.I sat beside Cazien in the backseat, both of us cushioned in leather that was too soft to be comforting, like we were being swaddled for sacrifice. My fingers curled tight around the edge of my coat, the thick wool bunching under my grip. I didn’t realize how hard I was holding it until I felt the strain in the seams. I didn’t let go.Cazien hadn’t said a word since we left the building; since his mother dropped her dinner invitation like a guillotine and walked out, offering no room for protest, only consequences. Her words were still echoing in the back of my skull, “Dinner. At the estate. Bring her… if you must.”Now, the sun was bleeding i

I turned back toward my room slowly, keeping one hand on the wall to steady myself. The corridor was emptier than it should’ve been. There were no o sounds and no machines wheeling by. No clipped nurse heels or muted televisions behind patient curtains. It was too quiet.The door to my room had been left open but it made a soft creak when I touched it. Inside, the lights had dimmed again, like someone was trying to help me sleep.The bed was made hastily. Like someone had expected me to be back already. My tray table had been cleared. A glass of water rested on the far end, with condensation curling down the sides even though I hadn’t touched it.But that wasn’t what stopped me.There was something else.Draped over the chair beside the bed—so casually it felt intentional—was a coat.Not a nurse’s. Not hospital issue.Wool. Dark gray. Heavy. The lining visible just enough to flash that unmistakable deep navy satin. I knew the fabric. I knew the structure. I’d run my fingers down the s