บททั้งหมดของ His accidental husband: บทที่ 171 - บทที่ 180

DAMIEN CROSS POV My father’s slow, mocking clap echoes across the rooftop like a gunshot.Adrian’s hand tightens around mine. I went back, just once, telling him silently:I’ve got you. Don’t move.My father steps forward, shoulders straight, expression carved from stone.“Is this what you’ve been hiding?” he says. “Adrian Hale… touching my son like he belongs here.”“Stop talking,” I snapped.He ignores me. “You always were reckless, Damien. But this…” His eyes flick to Adrian. “This is a new level of stupidity.”Adrian steps beside me, jaw set. “I’m right here, you know.”My father smiles without warmth. “Oh, I know. I’ve known about you for a while.”Adrian stiffens.“What the hell does that mean?” I ask.He shrugs. “Your building has cameras. Your security reports land on my desk every week. You really think I wouldn’t notice the little journalist following you around like a loyal puppy?”“Watch your mouth,” I warn.He raises a brow. “Or what? You’ll hit me?”I say nothing beca

DAMIEN CROSS POVI stayed still as Adrian clung to me, his body shaking.“Adrian,” I whispered. “Talk to me.”He tightened his grip. “I can’t. If I start talking, I’ll fall apart.”“You’re already falling apart,” I said gently. “Let me catch you.”His breath stuttered against me. “Why are you calm? I feel like I’m drowning.”“I’m calm because you’re here,” I murmured. “Because you’re still breathing.”He shook his head. “Barely.”I pulled him closer. “Then breathe with me.”Adrian swallowed hard. “Damien… everything hurts. My head. My chest. My entire life feels like a lie.”“I know,” I said softly. “But you’re not alone in it.”He pulled back enough to look at me. “Why does it feel like I am?”“Because you’ve been carrying everything by yourself for years,” I said. “Let me carry some of it.”His voice cracked. “I don’t know how.”“You don’t need to know.” I touched his cheek. “Just let me in.”Adrian hesitated, eyes glossy. “I’m scared.”“I know,” I whispered. “But fear doesn’t make

Damien Cross PovThe door opened.My father stood there.He looked at me first, then at Adrian, and his lip lifted just slightly.“Damien,” he said. “You took your time.”I didn’t move. “What do you want?”He stepped inside without waiting for permission. “We need to talk.”Adrian stiffened beside me. “About what?”My father’s gaze slid to him. “You.”Adrian swallowed. “Why me?”“That’s what the meeting is for,” my father said. “Both of you.”“No,” I said.He raised a brow. “No?”“You don’t walk into my home and give orders.”He ignored me and looked at Adrian again. “You should listen to me. Your life is not as stable as you think.”Adrian frowned. “What are you talking about?”“There’s a threat,” my father said simply. “To both of you.”I stepped closer, blocking his view. “From who?”“That’s not something I’m discussing in a hallway,” he replied calmly. “Come with me.”Adrian shook his head. “We’re not going anywhere with you.”My father’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You think stayin

Damien Cross POVAdrian was still in my arms when everything inside me snapped into focus.He was breathing fast, his forehead against my chest, his fingers hooked weakly into my shirt like he didn’t realize he was holding me. And I don’t know what shifted inside me, maybe everything we survived, maybe the way he looked at me like I wasn’t a monster but suddenly the room felt too small, too warm, too charged.“Adrian,” I whispered.He looked up. Slowly. Cautiously. His eyes were still wet from earlier, but there was something else underneath something dangerous and soft and hungry.“…What?” he breathed.“I need ” I stopped because even my voice shook. “I need to know you’re here. Really here.”He swallowed. “I’m here, Damien. I’m not leaving.”Something in my chest cracked clean open.I lifted my hand and touched his jaw with my thumb. Just one soft brush. But his breath hitched like I’d pulled the ground from under him.He whispered, “Damien… please don’t start something you can’t fi

ADRIAN Hale POVThe second Damien’s father walked out of the boardroom, the tension collapsed. People whispered, shuffled, and avoided eye contact. Damien didn’t say a word. His hand was still clutching mine under the table, but his face… it was blank.“Damien,” I said softly.Nothing.“Hey.” I tugged his hand gently. “Look at me.”Slowly, he turned. His eyes weren’t cold, they were scared. Really scared. It hit me in the chest.“Let’s go,” I whispered.He nodded stiffly. He didn’t argue. Didn’t hesitate. He just followed me out of the conference room like someone who forgot how to breathe.In the elevator, I touched his arm. “Talk to me.”He swallowed hard. “I didn’t think I’d ever see him again.”“I know.”“He’s not just from my past, Adrian,” Damien said quietly, staring at the elevator doors. “He’s the reason I became… this.”My fingers slid down and laced with his.“And I’m not going anywhere.”He took a shaky breath. “Say that again.”“I’m not going anywhere.”His eyes closed li