All Chapters of His accidental husband: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

ADRIAN HALE POVThe room was too quiet.Damien’s voice from the phone call still echoed in the back of my skull the low, lethal tone he used when he was seconds from snapping. I’d only heard fragments. Enough to know someone had tried to kill us on the road. Enough to know it wasn’t random.Enough to understand that whoever wanted Damien dead… wanted me gone too.I sat on the edge of the bed, elbows digging into my knees, trying to breathe. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I hated that. I hated feeling weak, fragile like someone drowning inches from the surface.The door clicked.I didn’t look up.I didn’t need to. The air shifted in a way only Damien ever made it shift thick, charged, like he dragged a storm behind him.He stood there for a beat. Silent. Watching.I tried to steady my breath, but it came out in a shaky exhale I couldn’t hide.“Adrian,” he said quietly.God. That voice. Rough velvet, lined with concern he probably didn’t want me to hear.I swallowed. “Is it true?”

ADRIAN HALE POVI didn’t know how long we stayed like Damien's arms sealed around me, my cheek pressed against his chest, both of us pretending we weren’t breathing too fast or too unevenly. Time stopped existing. But the quiet didn’t last.It never does with Damien Cross.He shifted slightly, adjusting the blanket over us like he was tucking me in gently, carefully, but with that protective edge he couldn’t hide even when he tried.“You’re still cold,” he murmured.“A little.”He pulled me closer, as if that alone could fix it. And for some reason… it almost did.I swallowed, feeling stupidly safe in a way I didn’t recognize. Not with anyone else. Not ever.My fingers curled in the fabric of his shirt. “Damien?”He hummed, low in his chest.“Were you also… scared?” I asked quietly.He didn’t answer right away.His hand stilled on my back. His body tensed for a heartbeat just one before he forced himself to breathe again.“Terrified,” he said eventually, in a voice so raw it didn’t

DAMIEN CROSS POV“Adrian,” I said, voice low but shaking with fury under it, “we’re leaving. Now.”His eyes widened. “W-Wait right now? Damien, what happened?”“Get your shoes.” I grabbed my jacket with one hand and his wrist with the other. “Don’t argue.”He stumbled after me, still breathless from our almost-kiss, hair messy, lips swollen. A part of me wanted to drag him back into my arms and finish what we started.But the bigger part?The part that was screaming?Someone tried to hurt him again.“Damien, slow down ”“No.”I pulled him into the hallway. “They know where we are. We have less than five minutes.”His breath caught. “Five minutes?”“Maybe less.”My chest squeezed as I said it because fear for myself was nothing. But fear for him? That was a different kind of hell.Adrian grabbed my arm, stopping me for half a second. “Damien, hey look at me.”I did.His eyes were shaking but brave, wide but steady. “We’ll be okay. Right?”I cupped his face, thumb brushing his cheek.

DAMIEN CROSS POVThe moment Adrian’s breathing steadied soft, slow, warm against my chest I knew I didn’t have the luxury to stay still, no matter how badly I wanted to hold him until morning.But danger didn’t pause just because he needed peace.And I couldn’t risk him for even one second.I slipped my hand from the back of his neck slowly, letting him rest against the passenger seat as I reached for my phone. The screen glowed harshly in the dark hollow we hid in. Adrian blinked a little at the light but didn’t speak; he was too drained, too shaken.Good.He deserved a moment of not knowing how bad things truly were.I dialed Leon.He picked up on the first ring.“Damien?” His voice was low, tight. Something was wrong. “Where the hell are you? You went dark for fifteen minutes.”“We had company,” I said, keeping my voice steady, even though my pulse hadn’t fully slowed. “Two vehicles. Whoever sent them knew our route.”Leon breathed out a curse. “Are you both alive?”“Barely,” I gro

ADRIAN HALE POV “Damien… can you talk to me?”Nothing.“Damien,” I tried again, “you’re scaring me.”He kept his eyes on the road. “I’m trying not to.”“Then say something.”“Try to sleep.”“I told you I can’t sleep when you’re like this.”His grip on the steering wheel tightened. “I don’t want you worrying.”“That’s not how worry works.”He exhaled sharply, but didn’t argue.I shifted in my seat. “Damien… What did Leon tell you?”“Nothing you need right now.”“That’s not an answer.”“It’s the only one I can give.”“You know how that makes me feel.”“I know,” he muttered. “And I’m still giving it.”I stared at him. “So you’re shutting me out.”He kept silent.“I hate when you do that,” I said quietly. “I hate it because it feels like you don’t trust me.”His jaw clenched. “It’s not about trust.”“Then what is it?”“Timing.”“That sounds like an excuse.”“It’s the truth.”I let out a shaky breath. “Damien, you promised. No more walls between us. No more secrets.”“I remember.”“Then w