Semua Bab Falling For My Husband's Doctor: Bab 11 - Bab 19

The café Adrian took her to wasn’t far — small, quiet, tucked away behind an old bookstore. The kind of place where people disappeared.He ordered for both of them without asking.Black coffee for him.Vanilla latte for her — just how she liked it.They sat across from each other in a booth near the window.“You didn’t have to come by,” Eva said, fingers trembling around her cup.“I wanted to see you,” Adrian said simply. “You looked like you needed it.”“I shouldn’t have left like that,” she murmured. “Lydia didn’t deserve that scene.”Adrian leaned forward, eyes steady on hers. “She doesn’t understand us, Eva. People like her never do. They see love as black and white — right or wrong. But love doesn’t follow rules. It’s messy. It breaks things.”She looked down, her voice soft. “You sound like you’ve done this before.”He smiled faintly. “Maybe I just know what it means to want someone you shouldn’t.”Her heart fluttered painfully. “Adrian…”He reached across the table, his fingers

The kiss began softly. Almost like a question.But when Eva didn’t pull away — when her hands, trembling as they were, slid against his chest — Adrian deepened it.The air between them shifted, thickened, charged with the same electricity that always seemed to hum in his presence. She could taste rain on his lips, the faint bitterness of coffee, the warmth of something she shouldn’t want but couldn’t stop craving.Her heart drummed frantically in her chest.“Adrian…” she whispered against his mouth, her breath shaky.He didn’t answer — just traced the curve of her jaw with his thumb, eyes dark with the kind of hunger that frightened her and thrilled her all at once. “Don’t,” he murmured, voice low. “Don’t stop this. Not tonight.”Her thoughts splintered. Every reason she had to say no blurred beneath the weight of his gaze — that fierce, possessive look that made her feel like she was the only thing in his world.He kissed her again, harder this time. A slow burn that melted her resol

The world had changed again — and this time, it was spinning faster than Eva could keep up.Days had passed since Daniel woke, and every one of them felt like walking through a dream she was terrified to wake from. The hospital room that once echoed with the soft hum of machines now carried laughter, cautious conversation, and the sound of life returning.Daniel’s recovery had stunned everyone — the nurses, the specialists, even the head neurologist.But most of all, it had stunned Adrian.He stood at the edge of the ward most mornings, white coat crisp, face unreadable. His notes were precise, his tone professional, but Eva saw the cracks — the way his gaze lingered too long on her, the subtle tension in his jaw when Daniel smiled.It was as though Daniel’s survival was an affront to him.And perhaps, in some ways, it was.Daniel’s condition improved faster than anyone anticipated. His speech sharpened, his movements regained strength, and though the doctors urged caution, he was det

Eva stood outside Adrian’s apartment door for nearly a full minute, her hand frozen above the handle, her breath shallow with dread. She had told herself she wouldn’t come. She had rehearsed a dozen speeches — firm, final, reasonable.We have to stop.Daniel is back.Whatever we had can’t continue.But the moment Daniel had fallen asleep and his quiet, trusting breathing filled the bedroom, guilt had slithered up her spine like a phantom. The truth pressed against her ribs until she could barely breathe.She needed to end this.She needed to walk away.But here she was anyway.Because Adrian had said tonight, and something in his voice had told her he meant it.Her fingers trembled as she finally knocked.The door opened almost instantly, like he’d been standing right behind it in a black T-shirt, hair slightly tousled, eyes sharp and unreadable. The apartment behind him was dimly lit, warm, quiet — far too intimate.Adrian stepped aside silently, his eyes never leaving hers.“Come in

Eva drove home with her hands trembling on the wheel, the streetlights smearing into streaks of gold through the film of sweat and exhaustion glazing her eyes. Her body still ached with the memory of Adrian—his mouth, his hands, his heat, his voice whispering I love you against her skin.And she had said it back.The guilt hit her in slow, nauseating waves.By the time she parked in front of the house, her legs were barely steady enough to carry her up the porch steps.She pushed the door open.Daniel was on the couch, half-asleep with the TV humming quietly in the background. He lifted his head at the sound.“There you are,” he said, voice groggy. “I was getting worried.”Eva froze.He looked at her with soft eyes—tired, hopeful. The same eyes of the man she married. The man she once loved enough to move mountains for.And she had been in another man’s bed.Her pulse hammered painfully.“I’m—sorry,” she managed. “I… went for a drive.”“At night?” He frowned gently. “You hate driving