Semua Bab His Doctor Bride: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Chapter Fifty Two Suzan locked herself inside the small storage room and lowered herself onto an empty crate as usual. Her phone was already pressed to her ear, her voice hushed, rushed, fearful. “Ma’am,” she whispered urgently, keeping her voice low. “I’m worried.” Clara’s voice came through the line smooth and unbothered, almost relaxed. “Worried about what, Suzan?” she asked. Suzan swallowed hard. Her throat felt dry. “After breakfast,” she said, choosing her words carefully, “after he ate… he started shaking. His hands, his whole body. Then he had seizures. He was shouting. Everyone heard him.” There was silence for a brief second. Then Clara laughed. It wasn’t loud or dramatic. Just a short laugh, light and careless, like Suzan had said something silly. That laugh made Suzan’s stomach twist. “Oh, Suzan,” Clara said gently, almost amused. “Relax.” Suzan frowned. “Relax?” “Yes,” Clara replied calmly. “That’s just the medication starting to work.” Suzan bl

Chapter Fifty FourAria stepped quietly into the room. The window was wide open, and a cold wind swept in, carrying the faint scent of the garden outside. Damien was asleep on the bed, uncovered. The blanket he had refused earlier lay crumpled beside him.She froze for a moment, watching him. He looked so peaceful, so unlike the man who had yelled, pushed, and screamed the night before. His hair fell over his forehead, his breathing slow and even. She could almost forget the cruelty he showed her sometimes, just looking at him like this.Carefully, she moved closer and pulled a blanket over him, tucking it gently around his shoulders. Her hands lingered for a moment, brushing lightly over his arm as if she could shield him from the world.He had told her not to get into his bed. She knew that. But she couldn’t help herself. She laid a mat on the floor nearby. There was no blanket for her. None in sight. Her fingers brushed the cold floor, and she shivered, pulling her arms around her

Chapter Fifty Six“Please, Clara,” Damien said softly into the phone. His voice was lower than usual, almost careful. He stood near the window, the small black box resting in his palm. He kept opening it, closing it, then opening it again, his thumb brushing over the ring inside. “We haven’t gone out to dinner for some while.”On the other end, Clara had locked herself in the bathroom. John was in the living room, moving around, unaware. She leaned against the sink, phone pressed to her ear, her lips curling slightly.“I’ll think about it,” she said. “I’m just a little busy.”Damien exhaled. “Let me come over, Clara. I really missed you.”“No, Damien.”Her answer came too fast.“You don’t want me coming anymore?” he asked, a sharp edge creeping into his voice.She didn’t reply immediately. She watched her reflection in the mirror, adjusted her hair, then spoke calmly. “It’s not that. I just don’t want any trouble.”As Damien waited for her response, the door behind him opened quietly.

---Chapter Fifty EightThe door opened without a knock.Aria had just stepped out of the bathroom, her hair still wet, water sliding down her neck. She had wrapped the towel around herself tightly, already tired, already ready to sleep on the floor like she always did. The room smelled of soap and warm steam.Then she saw him.Damien stood by the door, his jacket half off, his shirt loose, his eyes red and empty at the same time. There was alcohol on his breath, strong enough that she smelled it before he even spoke.She froze.For a second, neither of them moved.He didn’t look at her the way men usually did. There was no hunger. No desire. Just something broken sitting behind his eyes. He stared at her like she wasn’t fully there, like she was part of the wall or the furniture.Then he laughed.It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t funny either. Just a short sound, dry and bitter.“So this is home,” he said, his voice rough. “This is what waits for me.”Aria tightened the towel around her ches

Chapter Sixty“Damn it, Clara, pick your phone,” Damien muttered, his palm slamming against the steering wheel. The sound echoed inside the car, sharp and angry. He checked the screen again. No answer.He leaned back, dragged a hand down his face, and tried again.This time, the call connected.“Hello?” Clara’s voice came through, calm, almost tired.Relief rushed through him. “Clara. Finally,” he said quickly. “Can I come over?”“No, Damien,” she replied at once.The word hit him harder than he expected. “Why?” he asked. “I just want to see you. I need to talk to you.”“You hurt me,” she said softly.He sat up straighter. “Hurt you? Clara, I would never ”“You embarrassed me,” she continued, her tone controlled, careful. “You proposed to me in public, Damien. After I told you again and again I wasn’t ready.”“I was emotional,” he said, his voice rising. “I was in love. Isn’t that what people do when they love someone?”“That’s exactly the problem,” she replied. “You act before you th