All Chapters of His Doctor Bride: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter Thirty OneAria stared at him longer than she should have. She couldn’t help herself. There was something about how calm his face was whenever he slept. His dark hair rested over his forehead, a little messy but still neat in its own way. His lips were parted slightly, relaxed. His lashes didn’t match his personality at all long, soft, almost delicate.“He’s so attractive,” she muttered quietly, giving herself a small, tired smile. She closed the notebook on her lap. “I pray you heal, Damien, and find your very true love. You deserve a good woman.”She didn’t even know when she started talking to him like he could hear her. She shook her head, suddenly embarrassed with herself. What am I saying? He was her patient. He was someone’s fiancé. And she was his contracted wife only because his father wanted her here.Just then, the door opened and a nurse walked in with a clipboard. She was middle-aged, slightly chubby, and her shoes squeaked lightly on the hospital floor.“Oh, Doc

Chapter Thirty ThreeAria stood in the kitchen, mixing flour inside a glass bowl. She had woken up earlier than usual, thinking Damien might want something warm when she visited him at the hospital. He hadn’t eaten properly in days. Maybe giving him something homemade would calm him down a little. Maybe he would stop yelling whenever she tried to help him.The thought of him jumping from the window still scared her. It kept playing in her head every hour.Her phone rang, pulling her out of her thoughts.She wiped her hand on a small towel and picked it up.“Hello, Mr. Grayson?” she said softly.Richard’s voice came through, shaky and breathless.“Aria… are you at home?”“Yes, sir. I was about to ”“He’s gone.”She froze. “Gone? Who? Damien?”“Yes,” Richard answered. “He escaped from the hospital. I’m calling to confirm if he went home.”Her whole body went cold.“Escaped?” she repeated quietly. “How? He was on IV ”“Aria, I don’t know. The nurses can’t find him. His room was a mess a

Chapter Thirty Five Clara ran downstairs as fast as she could, nearly missing a step. Her heart was beating too loud, but she tried not to show any of it on her face. She reached the entrance and pulled the door open just enough to squeeze through before closing it behind her.Damien was already walking toward her.“Clara…” he called softly.The sound of her name from his mouth made her unsettled. His voice wasn’t stable, and his eyes looked a little too shiny, too restless. He stepped closer, raising his hand like he wanted to touch her cheek.“I’m sorry,” he whispered.Clara held her arms across her chest, forming a wall with her body. She needed him to think she was angry, heartbroken, confused — anything except terrified.“What are you doing here after false accusing me?” she asked sharply, her voice loud enough to cover the nervous shake inside her.He blinked and looked at her like he didn’t expect her to challenge him. She let her eyes shine like she was about to cry, even tho

---Chapter Thirty Seven. “Sir, look that’s Damien Greyson crossing the other side of the road!” one of the officers shouted from the police car.The officer’s voice carried through the open window, and Damien, despite looking exhausted and completely lost, turned his head sharply. His hair was messy, his clothes were rumpled, and he looked like someone who had been running for days without direction. The moment his eyes landed on the police convoy, his entire body stiffened.Then he ran.He didn’t even think he just dashed across the road, almost tripping over his own shoes. Cars honked, a driver swore loudly, a cyclist almost fell trying to avoid him. Damien didn’t care. He sprinted like his life depended on it, heading toward a random parked grey car as if he planned to dive inside and hide.“Mr Greyson! Stop right there!” the officer shouted again.But Damien kept running.He reached the side mirror of the unknown car and grabbed it as if he wanted to break in, but before he coul

Chapter Thirty NineThe entire hospital floor was in chaos.A metal tray hit the ground somewhere down the hallway, followed by the sharp sound of glass breaking. Nurses hurried in and out of Damien’s room like they were dealing with a fire, their voices overlapping as they tried to keep order. Some patients sitting along the corridor turned their heads, confused and scared. A few family members stood and moved aside, not knowing what was going on but sensing it wasn’t small.Inside the room, Damien was out of control.He had pulled out his IV line, thrown the heart monitor to the floor, and shoved the rolling table so hard it slammed into the wall. His breath came in fast, angry bursts. He wasn’t listening to anyone. His eyes had gone wild—the kind of wild that made the nurses step back even when they wanted to help.Two male nurses tried to approach him, hands out like they were dealing with someone holding a weapon.“Damien, calm down, please,” one said.But before he could finish