All Chapters of His Doctor Bride: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty TwoAria woke up slowly, her eyes opening to a room that didn’t feel like hers for a few seconds. The ceiling above her looked unfamiliar, the space quieter than what she was used to. She didn’t move immediately. She just lay there, trying to place where she was and how she had ended up there.Then it came back to her.Not all at once, but in pieces.The rain.The thunder.The way she had walked downstairs, telling herself she just didn’t want to stay alone in that moment.And him.Her brows drew together slightly as she shifted on the bed, pushing herself up into a sitting position. Her hand brushed against the sheets, then paused.She had been downstairs.With him.Her thoughts settled a little deeper, and then she remembered clearly—the way she had leaned into him without thinking too much about it. The warmth. The quiet. The way everything had felt… easy in that moment.She had fallen asleep on him.Aria let out a small breath, bringing her hand up to

Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty FourThe next day didn’t slow down for Aria.If anything, it moved faster than usual.From the moment she stepped into the clinic, her schedule was already waiting for her. Patients lined up, files stacked, calls coming in before she could even settle properly behind her desk. She barely had time to take off her bag before someone was knocking, asking for her attention.“Doctor, your 9 a.m. is here.”“I’ll be there in a minute,” she replied, already flipping through the file in her hands.Minutes turned into hours without her noticing.One patient led to another. Consultations, quick notes, small reassurances, prescriptions. In between, she signed documents, answered questions from the nurses, and checked on cases that needed a little more attention than usual.She didn’t sit.Not properly.And lunch?That didn’t even cross her mind.At some point, she reached for her phone, intending to check the time, but the moment she saw it, she realized she had miss

Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty SixThe moment Aria stepped into the room, everything else stopped mattering.The world outside, the voices in the hallway, even her father standing somewhere behind her—none of it reached her anymore. Her eyes went straight to the bed.And there he was.Damien.Lying still.Too still.Bandages wrapped around his arm, across his shoulder, a faint mark just near his forehead. Machines were connected to him, their quiet sounds filling the room in a way that made her chest tighten.For a second, she couldn’t move.This wasn’t the Damien she had seen that morning.This wasn’t the man who told her to eat.This wasn’t the man who smiled at her like nothing else mattered.This… this didn’t make sense.Her steps slowed as she walked toward him, each one heavier than the last. By the time she reached the side of the bed, her vision had already blurred, tears slipping down before she even realized it.“Damien…” his name came out broken, barely holding together.He

Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty EightDays passed, but nothing between them faded.If anything, it became clearer.More present.More real in a way Aria hadn’t expected.It started quietly.The first evening after everything changed, she had stepped out of work expecting the usual—finding a cab, heading home, letting the day settle on its own.But he was there.Leaning against his car like it was the most normal thing in the world.Like he had always been part of her routine.She paused when she saw him, her steps slowing slightly as a small smile found its way to her face before she could stop it.“You’re here again?” she asked as she walked toward him, her bag still hanging loosely over her shoulder.Damien straightened, his eyes moving over her briefly before settling back on her face.“Of course,” he replied simply, like there was no other option.She shook her head a little, but she didn’t argue.That was the thing.She had stopped pushing him away.And he had stopped trying too ha

Chapter Two Hundred and SixtyDays in Minnesota stopped feeling like separate days.They started blending into something softer, something that carried the same feeling no matter what hour it was.It could be a random evening where Damien pulled up in front of her house without telling her where they were going, just a small smile on his face as he stepped out to open the door for her. Or a quiet morning text from him before she even got out of bed, something simple like “Don’t skip breakfast today.” And somehow, she never did when he said it.They didn’t need plans anymore.Sometimes he picked her up just to drive around with no destination in mind, one of his hands resting loosely on the steering wheel while the other found its way to hers like it belonged there. She would sit beside him, talking about anything that came to her mind, and he would listen like nothing else mattered at that moment.Other days, they stayed out longer.Dinner would turn into a walk, and the walk would tu