All Chapters of His Doctor Bride: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty-OneThe day had stretched longer than usual, not because of the number of patients Aria had seen, but because of the quiet awareness that had followed her from the moment she stepped into the hospital that morning. It wasn’t loud or distracting. She didn’t make mistakes, didn’t lose focus, didn’t let it interfere with her work. But it was there, sitting somewhere at the back of her mind, steady and unshaken.Him.She didn’t look for him again after that moment in the waiting area. She didn’t need to. Something in her already knew he hadn’t left.And that alone was enough to unsettle the balance she had worked so hard to rebuild.By the time her shift ended, the sky outside had begun to soften into evening. The hospital slowly quieted, the rush of the day easing into something calmer. Aria finished up the last of her notes, her pen moving steadily across the paper before she closed the file and set it aside.For a second, she just sat there.Still.Then s

Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty-ThreeAria stayed beside her father for a while after helping him sit, her attention fully on him as she reached for the glass of water on the table and handed it over. Her movements were careful, practiced, the kind that came from years of knowing exactly what to do in situations like this. But beneath that calm surface, something inside her had already begun to shift.“Drink slowly,” she said, watching him closely as he took a few small sips.“I’m alright,” he replied after a moment, though his voice carried a tired edge. He leaned back slightly, letting out a quiet breath before glancing at her again. “You worry too much.”Aria didn’t respond to that. She just adjusted the cushion behind him and reached for the small paper bag on the table, pulling out the medication inside. Her brows pulled together slightly as she looked at it.“These aren’t from your usual pharmacy,” she said, more to herself than to him.Her father followed her gaze and smiled fai

Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty FiveThe plane had already taken off by the time Damien finally allowed himself to settle into the quiet.Not the kind that came from absence.The kind that came when there was nothing left to do.No decisions to make. No conversations waiting. No room to turn back.Just time.He sat by the window, his seat slightly reclined, one hand resting loosely against the armrest while the other stayed still on his lap. The low hum of the aircraft filled the space around him, steady and consistent, almost enough to drown out everything else.Almost.Outside, the sky stretched endlessly, clouds layered beneath them like something distant and untouched. He wasn’t really looking at anything in particular, but his gaze stayed there anyway.Still.Focused.Not because he was trying to escape his thoughts.But because he wasn’t avoiding them either.For the first time in a long while, he let everything come as it was.No resistance.No defense.Just honesty.Minnesota h

Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty SevenThe morning felt calm in a way Aria wasn’t used to anymore.Not because everything was perfect, but because nothing was rushing her. No urgent thoughts, no need to push anything aside just to get through the day. It was quiet, steady and almost gentle.She sat at the dining table across from her father, a plate of breakfast in front of her that she hadn’t touched much yet. The smell of tea filled the room, familiar and comforting, the kind of small detail that usually helped her settle into her day.But today, she wasn’t thinking about work.Her fingers rested loosely around the spoon in her hand, her gaze lowered slightly as if she was gathering her thoughts before speaking. She had been quiet since she came into the room, and her father had noticed. He always did.He didn’t interrupt her immediately. He simply watched her for a moment, his expression calm, patient, waiting for her to speak when she was ready.And she was.“Dad… there’s something

Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty NineHe had returned to Canada like nothing had changed.The schedule picked up immediately. Meetings, calls, decisions waiting for him the moment he stepped back into his role. The Greyson name didn’t slow down for anything, and Damien didn’t expect it to. He moved through it the same way he always had focused, composed, efficient.From the outside, there was nothing unusual about him.He sat through meetings with the same steady attention, listened more than he spoke, and when he did speak, his words were clear and direct. There was no distraction in the way he handled business, no sign that anything had shifted beneath the surface.If anything, he seemed more controlled.More precise.But quieter.Not in a way that drew immediate concern, but enough for someone who knew him well to notice.Victor did.It wasn’t something he pointed out directly. He simply observed it in the way Damien responded to things. The way he no longer lingered in conversations