Semua Bab Falling For My Husband's Doctor: Bab 31 - Bab 40

The weekend was finally over, and in came a new week. Eva still hasn't spoken to Adrian. All through the weekend he kept on calling, and she ignored every one of them.But how long would she keep this up?She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, adjusting her blouse with careful fingers, studying her reflection as though searching for traces of the woman she’d been just days ago.She looked the same.But she wasn’t.There was a steadiness in her eyes now—quiet, cautious, earned the hard way. The kind of resolve that came after choosing something difficult instead of something intoxicating.Daniel was already dressed when she stepped into the kitchen. He looked up from his phone, offering her a small, tentative smile.“Morning,” he said.“Morning,” she replied.It still felt strange—this politeness between them. Not cold. Just careful. Like two people relearning each other after an earthquake.They shared breakfast in soft conversation. Neutral topics. Work schedules. The weather. No

He stepped aside, gesturing toward her car. “Get in.”Eva hands shook as she unlocked the door and slid into the passenger's seat. Adrian got in beside her, seated fully on the driver's seat and locked the doors immediately.Her heart raced, she kept checking her mirrors as he started the engine.As they pulled out of the parking lot, Eva felt like prey being taken rather than a woman choosing to talk.The drive was silent, tense. Every red light felt like an opportunity to flee, and every green one felt like surrender.They stopped at a small café. The place was nearly empty, the late hour leaving only a few patrons scattered inside.Adrian parked, she took a steadying breath, and got out.Inside, the air smelled of coffee and baked sugar. Soft music played overhead, oblivious to the storm sitting at one of its tables.They sat.Eva chose a seat near the window, where she could see the street.Adrian leaned forward, eyes locked onto her.“Now,” he said quietly. “Tell me why you’ve be

The first thing Eva noticed was how steady Adrian’s voice sounded.Calm. Measured. Persuasive.As if nothing had happened.As if he hadn’t locked her inside his apartment.As if his hand hadn’t struck her face less than ten minutes ago. The room looked ordinary. Tasteful. Neat. A place where civilized conversations should unfold.Not captivity.Not fear.Adrian sat across from her on the couch, posture relaxed, one ankle resting over his knee. He looked composed—doctor-like again. Controlled.Eva wrapped both hands around the glass of juice he had handed her, though she hadn’t realized she’d taken several sips already. Her throat had been dry. Her mind frantic. The sweetness coated her tongue, heavy and artificial.“Let’s try this again,” Adrian said gently. “Without dramatics.”She forced herself to meet his eyes.“You locked me in.”“For your own good,” he corrected smoothly. “You’re emotional. You’re confused. I needed you to stay long enough to listen.”Her cheek still throbbed f

“I don’t belong to anyone,” Eva whispered fiercely.He stepped closer until he was standing over her.“You will understand,” he said. “When you’re not being influenced.”Influenced.As if Daniel were the manipulator.As if she had no mind of her own.She turned her head away.“I will never love you after this,” she said quietly.He didn’t flinch.“Love evolves,” he replied. “So will you.”The room felt suffocating.The house felt cut off from the world.Her strength was returning slowly—but not fast enough.She needed time.Clarity.An opening.Adrian stepped back toward the hallway.“There’s a bedroom upstairs,” he said. “You’ll sleep there tonight.”She didn’t move.“I’m not going upstairs.”He looked at her.“You’re not walking anywhere in your condition.”Her jaw clenched.He approached again, clearly intending to carry her.This time, as his hands slid under her knees and back, she didn’t protest physically.She saved her strength.Her mind, though hazy, began to sharpen with one

Daniel didn’t remember most of the drive home.His mind kept replaying the conversation with Adrian—every word, every pause, every subtle shift in tone.Something about it felt wrong.Adrian had sounded too calm.Too controlled.If someone accused Daniel of hiding Eva, he would have reacted differently. Anger. Confusion. Something.But Adrian had been… composed.It was that composure that unsettled him the most.Daniel pulled into the driveway and cut the engine abruptly. The house loomed ahead in the darkness, the porch light casting a warm glow over the front steps.For a moment, he just sat there, staring.Maybe she was already home.Maybe she had walked in while he was out looking for her.Maybe she had simply forgotten to charge her phone and everything would make sense in a few minutes.The fragile hope made his chest tighten painfully.He grabbed his keys and hurried out of the car.“Eva?” he called the moment he opened the front door.His voice echoed through the quiet house.N