You Left, I Could Have Fixed Us のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Eight Maya’s POV His hand stayed at my hip, warm and steady, like he was holding something fragile without treating it like it would break. His thumb traced slow, slow circles into my skin, and each one felt like it reached deeper than just the surface. I could feel my breathing shift to match his again, our chests rising together, our bodies already in the same rhythm without asking how we got there. He kissed me softly again, then deeper, and I felt the tension in him loosen just a little more. Not completely Ethan never fully let go but enough for me to feel the difference. Enough for me to know he wasn’t thinking about control, or restraint, or why we shouldn’t be doing this. Just me. Just now. His fingers slid a little lower, moving from my hip to the back of my thigh, lifting it just enough to pull me closer beneath him. The movement was slow and intentional. My breath caught again, but he watched my face, waiting. I didn’t look away. I didn’t hi

Chapter One Hundred and Forty Maya’s POV Ethan didn’t release my waist right away. His hand stayed there, steady and warm, grounding me while the corridor stayed quiet around us. I could feel the echo of the scout’s words still hanging in the air. A spy. Here. Close. Watching. I swallowed slowly. “Who do you suspect?” I asked. His jaw shifted. “If I had certainty, this conversation would be happening in chains.” So he didn’t know. Not yet. He finally let his hand slip away, but only so he could start walking. I followed beside him. The hall felt heavier than it had before — every doorway, every passing guard, every servant who glanced up and lowered their eyes. It was strange how quickly a place could change just by knowing something was wrong. “They would need access to more than just the outer rooms,” I said. “Someone who can move without question.” “Yes.” His voice was low, controlled. “Someone trusted. Someone no one would think to look at.” The workers a

Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Two Maya’s POV The hallway outside the room felt colder than it had before. Not physically. Just in the way the air shifted around me, like something had been stirred that I wasn’t ready to look at yet. My footsteps sounded soft against the stone floor, but inside my chest, everything felt loud and unsettled. Adrian was behind that door now. Not the memory of him. The real him. And I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to feel about that. I moved through the corridor slowly, not rushing, not trying to escape my thoughts. Just walking. One breath at a time. One step at a time. Letting my body feel the weight of every second. At the far end of the hallway, one of Ethan’s guards straightened as soon as he saw me. “Your Grace,” he said. “He’s in the war room.” Of course he was. Ethan always went to strategy when he didn’t know how to feel about something. Or when he was trying not to feel anything at all. I nodded and continued past the guard, pushin

Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Four Maya’s POV I couldn’t sleep. The room was quiet, but it didn’t feel calm. It felt like everything was holding its breath. The fire had burned down to embers, just a low glow in the dark. The air was warm, but there was something cold under my skin, something that wouldn’t settle. Ethan stood at the window, shirt off, the faint orange light from the embers tracing the lines of his back. He was still. Too still. His hands were braced on the windowsill, jaw tight, shoulders locked the way they were when he was thinking too much. I watched him for a while before I said anything. “You’re not sleeping either,” I whispered. He didn’t turn at first. His voice came quietly, low. “No.” I sat up slowly, pulling the blanket around my legs. The silence between us wasn’t heavy this time. It was just real. The kind that comes when two people know things are changing and there’s no way to stop it. Ethan finally looked over his shoulder at me. His expression

Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Six Maya’s POV The walk to the council hall felt longer than it ever had before. The corridors were awake now. Servants moved quietly along the walls, nobles walked in pairs, soldiers carried crates of supplies past us. Everything was in motion. Everyone was trying to look calm. But they weren’t. I could feel tension in the air like something thick enough to taste. A kind of waiting. A kind of fear. Ethan walked beside me. He didn’t touch me, but I could feel the pull of him all the same. His weight him. The steadiness. The heat. It grounded me in a way I didn’t know how to explain. Alvarez walked ahead of us. His steps were quick and sharp against the stone. He didn’t look back. He didn’t have to. He knew we were behind him. The hall doors were already open when we approached. The sound inside was loud. Voices layered over each other, sharp and urgent. The council table was filled. Royal colours. Military uniforms. Documents scattered. Maps pinn