Lahat ng Kabanata ng Fated love: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

‎She didn’t argue with him this time. When Edward gently lifted the spoon toward her lips, Claire only gave him a soft look before opening her mouth obediently. The warm soup slid down her throat, easing the dull ache she’d been feeling all morning. Each spoonful came with the quiet sound of his breathing, steady and controlled, yet there was a gentleness in his touch that she wasn’t used to seeing. He seemed almost afraid to hurt her.‎‎After a few minutes, she noticed something odd. He hadn’t touched his own food at all. His attention was entirely on her, his hand moving back and forth between the bowl and her lips as though feeding her was the most important task in the world.‎‎“You’re not eating,” she said softly, frowning. “You should also eat.”‎Her voice carried an unusual seriousness, the kind that left no room for refusal. Before he could answer, she took the spoon from his hand and scooped a small portion. “Here,” she said, holding it up to his lips. “Your turn.”‎‎Edwar

She yawned softly, the sound barely escaping her lips as she lifted a hand to cover her mouth. The long day had finally caught up with her, and every muscle in her body seemed to beg for rest. Without realizing it, she leaned closer, resting her head on Edward’s shoulder. The warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his breathing lulled her further into drowsiness. Within moments, her eyelids fluttered shut, and she drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep.‎‎Edward sat still, not daring to move as he felt her head grow heavier against him. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips; it was rare to see her so calm, so unguarded. For days, she had been tense and restless, her mind weighed down by worries. Now, for the first time, she looked at ease — her face soft, her breathing even, her fingers slightly curled as if holding onto an invisible comfort.‎‎Careful not to disturb her, Edward slid one arm beneath her knees and the other around her shoulders. He lifted her gently, surpr

‎As they were driving, Sebastian kept glancing at her from time to time, pretending to focus on the road whenever she caught him. His fingers drummed lightly on the steering wheel, and it was clear he had something on his mind.‎‎Caroline noticed it immediately. The way his eyes flickered toward her and then back ahead was enough to tell her he wanted to say something but didn’t know how to start. She turned her head slightly toward him. “What’s on your mind?” she asked, studying his side profile.‎‎‎Sebastian hesitated for a moment before clearing his throat, his voice low but steady. “Why don’t you want us to tell your parents yet?” he asked, glancing at her again. His tone wasn’t demanding—just curious, almost careful—as though he didn’t want to push too hard.‎‎Her fingers played nervously with the edge of her seatbelt. The question wasn’t unexpected, but still, it made her heart skip. She sighed quietly, looking out the window as the passing streetlights painted lines of gold

‎Meanwhile, Edward stood by his car outside the hospital, finishing his cigarette. The smoke curled lazily in the cool night air. He exhaled slowly, watching the ember die out, then crushed it under his heel. Picking up Claire’s phone from the car seat, he pressed the power button. The screen lit up with dozens of missed calls—from one name that made his jaw tighten: My Love.‎‎His chest constricted. Ryan.‎‎His eyes darkened as he turned toward the hospital entrance.‎‎At the door, he spotted his grandfather, Mr. Smith, stepping out with his physician.‎‎“Grandfather,” Edward greeted, forcing a polite smile.‎‎“Edward,” the old man said, studying his face. “You look troubled. Why are you here?”‎‎Edward shook his head. “Just checking on a friend.”‎‎Mr. Smith nodded, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. “Good. You’ve been avoiding me lately. Remember, my birthday is coming soon. Don’t make me come drag you myself.”‎‎Edward chuckled softly. “I’ll be there.”‎‎“You’d better,”

‎Claire blinked, startled. “What?”‎‎“The one with her,” he clarified. “The man who fought me.” His eyes searched hers, waiting for some trace of deception.‎‎She shook her head, confusion clouding her expression. “He’s Cleo’s boyfriend. We’ve never even met before today. I’ve only seen his photos.”‎‎For a long second, Edward just stared at her. Something shifted behind his eyes. His suspicion began to unravel as memory returned—the words of the woman in the dungeon, the night Claire had been drugged, the chaos that followed. It wasn’t Claire they were after… it was Cleo. The realization hit him like cold water.‎‎Claire watched his expression change, the flickers of realization and guilt crossing his face. She didn’t understand what was happening in his head, nor did she want to. All she cared about was Cleo. “Can I go now?” she asked, her tone clipped.‎‎Edward exhaled, his anger dissolving into weariness. “I already asked,” he said quietly. “She’s fine. The doctor said she’s