All Chapters of His Doctor Bride: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Sixty-Two“What is wrong with you, Aria?” she whispered to herself, fingers gripping the cold rail of the balcony. “You are just his doctor. You are here to work. Nothing more.”Her voice broke on the last word.She lifted her hand and covered her mouth, as if that could stop the thoughts spilling out. The city below looked the same as always. Cars moving. People living. A normal world that didn’t know how tangled her own had become in just a few hours.Damien was asleep inside. Finally. Slumped, restless even in sleep, like his body didn’t trust rest anymore. She had stayed longer than she should have. She knew that. She had crossed a line she swore she would never cross.And the worst part was not that she stayed.It was that she didn’t regret it.The balcony door creaked softly behind her.Aria stiffened. She didn’t turn right away. She already knew who it was. She had felt his presence earlier, before Damien fell asleep. A quiet watcher. A heavy silence that didn’t belong to the

---Chapter Sixty FourHe kissed her.Not rushed. Not careless. The kind of kiss that lingered like he wanted to remember her taste for later.“Two business days, baby,” John murmured against her lips. “I’ll be back. I’ll miss you. Take care of yourself for me.”Clara smiled and leaned into his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I’ll miss you too,” she said softly.She followed him into the hug, pressing her face against his shirt, breathing him in like she needed to store it somewhere inside her. John rested his chin on her head for a moment, his hand moving slowly along her back.“I’ll call,” he said.“I know,” she replied.He pulled back just enough to look at her face, brushing his thumb over her cheek. There was something in her eyes, something unspoken, but she didn’t say anything. She just smiled again and kissed him once more.Outside, the Porsche engine purred as John stepped in. Clara stood by the driveway, arms folded, watching as he drove off. She noticed everythi

Chapter Sixty SixThe cloth moved slowly across the floor as Aria wiped away dust that never seemed to end. This corner of the room had become familiar to her. The wall. The floor. The small space she folded herself into every night.Her hair was still tied back. Her sleeves rolled. She was tired in a way sleep never fixed.The door opened.Not gently.Damien stumbled in, his steps his body leaning against the doorframe for balance. The smell followed him before his voice did. Alcohol. Sharp and careless.Aria froze.She stood up immediately, instinct taking over. “Sir—”He saw her and stopped, swaying.“Come here,” he said. Voice thick, words bumping into each other.She knew he was drunk. Really drunk. The kind where tomorrow he might not remember half of it. She pushed up off her knees anyway, brushed her hands on her thighs, walked over. He leaned toward her like his body had forgotten how to stand straight. She caught his elbow, tried to steady him.“Kiss me,” he said.Just like

---Chapter Sixty Eight“Fuck,” Damien muttered, splashing water on his face as he stared at his reflection.His eyes looked tired. Not regretful. Just irritated.He rubbed his hands over his face and leaned closer to the mirror. “I hope I didn’t do anything yesterday to that woman.”He straightened quickly, as if the thought annoyed him.“If Clara finds out, I’m finished,” he added under his breath.He dried his face roughly and scoffed. “Classless woman. Just wanted to test the Greyson name.”He didn’t think beyond that. He didn’t ask himself why Aria had been there. Why she had looked the way she did. Why she had gone quiet after.He walked out of the bathroom, already dismissing her from his mind.---Aria booked a taxi as soon as she stepped outside.The ride to the hospital felt longer than usual. She sat with her hands folded in her lap, staring out of the window, watching people move on with their lives like nothing ever went wrong.When she reached the ward, her father’s face

Chapter SeventyRichard stood in the hallway, arms crossed, watching Damien scroll through his phone like the world wasn't waiting on him. "Today the Greysons dinner you need to be there Damien. Though you know nothing about the empire your presence matters," he said, keeping his tone even, but inside he was boiling. How many times had he tried to pull this boy into the family business? It felt like talking to a wall sometimes.Damien didn't even glance up at first. He just kept tapping away, probably checking some social feed or whatever nonsense kept him distracted these days. "I am aware I read it in the bulletin of the company," he muttered, finally meeting his father's eyes for a split second.Richard raised an eyebrow, surprised but not in a good way. "Ohh you know about the company bulletin yet you don't show up." There it was—the old frustration bubbling up. Damien shoved his phone into his pocket, already shifting his weight to leave. "This is not the perfect time to talk ab