All Chapters of His Doctor Bride: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Chapter Two Hundred and Forty ThreeIt didn’t happen all at once.The letters didn’t suddenly become long or emotional overnight, and neither of them tried to force it to. They stayed simple at first, just like they had started. A few lines. A check-in. Something small enough that it didn’t demand anything in return.But slowly, without either of them announcing it, the tone began to change.Damien found himself writing more than just “hope you’re fine.”He would pause halfway through, thinking about what to add next, not in a complicated way, just… something real. Something she could actually respond to if she wanted to.One evening, he added a small line at the end.Did you get enough rest this week? You tend to forget when you’re busy.He stared at it for a second after writing it, almost debating whether to cross it out. It felt personal. Not too much, but more than before.In the end, he left it there.When Aria received that letter, she noticed it immediately.Not because it sto

Chapter Two Hundred and Forty FourWeeks didn’t rush past them. They settled in quietly, one after another, like something that had finally found a rhythm it could stay in.The letters were no longer the only thing holding them together.Phone calls began.At first, they were short.Damien would call after work, usually when the day had already slowed down for both of them. Aria would answer on the second or third ring, like she was still getting used to the idea that she could just pick up and hear his voice without waiting for paper to arrive.Their first call didn’t last long.It started with simple things. Work. How the day went. Small updates that didn’t need much explanation.But even in that simplicity, neither of them rushed to end it.There were small pauses between sentences that didn’t feel uncomfortable. Just space. Space that slowly became familiar instead of distant.By the second week, the calls stretched a little longer.Not because they planned it that way, but becaus

Chapter Two Hundred and Forty SixBy the time the jet touched down in Minnesota, Damien didn’t feel the need to rush.The decision had already been made long before he got on the plane. Now, it was just about following through with it properly.He stepped out with his standard issue composure. There was no urgency in him, no need to make his arrival dramatic or noticeable.He hadn’t told Aria he was coming.Not because he wanted to surprise her in a grand way, but because he wanted to see her without pressure. Without making her feel like she had to prepare or respond to his presence before she was ready.He headed straight to the Greysons’ mansion in Minnesota first.The place wasn't new to him, even though he hadn’t spent much time there compared to Canada. Still, it carried the same quiet structure, the same controlled atmosphere he had grown up around.After settling his luggage inside, he didn’t stay long.He stepped back out, adjusting his sleeves slightly as he made his way tow

Chapter Two Hundred and Forty EightBy the time Aria got into her room, she didn’t drop the flowers immediately.She closed the door behind her, slipped off her shoes near the entrance, and walked further in, still holding them carefully like she didn’t want to disturb anything about the way they had been given to her.She placed her bag down first.Then she looked at them again.Up close this time.The roses stood out first. She had said it without thinking earlier, but now, standing alone, she realized it wasn’t just a random choice. They were exactly what she would have picked if someone had asked her.But no one ever had.Her fingers brushed lightly against one of the petals, her lips pressing together in a small smile she didn’t even try to hide.Then her phone lit up on the bed.She glanced at it.Nothing important.Still, she picked it up.Her thumb hovered over the screen for a second before she opened his contact.She didn’t overthink it.She typed.“Hope you got home safely.

Chapter One Hundred and FiftyAria was still laughing even after they stepped away from the ride.Not small laughter. Not something she tried to hide. It came freely, the kind that stayed for a while even after the moment had passed. Every time she glanced at him, it came back again, and that only made it worse for Damien.“You’re not going to let this go, are you?” he asked, running a hand through his hair as they walked side by side.“I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone scream like that before,” she replied, trying—and failing—to hold it in.“I didn’t scream.”She stopped walking for a second, turning to look at him properly. “You did.”“I reacted.”“That was not reacting.”He exhaled, shaking his head slightly. “You forced me on that thing.”“I didn’t force you,” she corrected. “You agreed.”“You manipulated the situation.”That made her laugh again, softer this time, but no less real. “You’re unbelievable.”“And you’re enjoying this too much.”“I really am.”They kept walking af