บททั้งหมดของ BOUND TO My EX'S UNCLE : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

For a moment, Evelyn just stared at the ceiling, disoriented. Then her gaze drifted slowly to the side.To Roman.There was a tear sliding down his face.She froze.Evelyn had never seen Roman cry. Not once. The sight shocked her so much it pulled her further out of the haze."Roman...?" Her voice came out rough. Her throat felt like sandpaper.His head snapped up. He reached for her hand immediately, gripping it like she might vanish.“I’m here.”“What happened?” She tried to sit up, but her body wouldn’t cooperate. “I was at the hospital. Lena. I saw you and then…” Her brows knitted together. “I don’t remember.”“You fainted.” His voice was calm now, though his eyes were still wet. “From stress and exhaustion. The flight was too much.”She stared at him. Something felt wrong. Off. But she couldn't grasp what.“There’s a tear on your face,” she whispered.He wiped it away quickly. “I was worried.”“You don’t worry,” she murmured weakly. “You’re Roman.”A faint, fragile smile touched

The red light above the door flickered again.Inside, shadows moved quickly.Lena’s breathing became shallow. Every second felt like it might shatter her.Minutes later, the ICU doors burst open again.A nurse rushed out, calling for additional blood units.The tension spiked instantly.Lena grabbed Rhys’ sleeve. “What’s happening?”Before he could answer, the doors opened once more.This time, Theon stepped out. His gloves were stained. His expression calm, and controlled. But there was sharp focus in his eyes.He pulled down his mask slowly.Lena stopped breathing.“Well?” Rhys asked.Theon glanced at Lena briefly.“He’s not dying tonight.”Lena’s world tilted.Her knees gave out again — but this time from overwhelming relief.Rhys caught her before she hit the ground.Theon adjusted his sleeves. “He’ll need continuous monitoring. And if a donor becomes available, we proceed immediately.” His gaze sharpened slightly. “But for now… he’s stable.”The word hit Lena like sunlight after

Roman immediately turned to look at her.Her eyes remained closed, her breathing slow and even. She might have been talking in her sleep. The thought made something warm flicker in his chest.He couldn't help the soft, helpless chuckle that escaped him.“You’re really asking that now?” he murmured, amused.His mood lifted slightly despite the exhaustion and weight in his chest.“You held onto that question even through all this?” He found it cute. He brushed his thumb gently over her knuckles.“Has it been bothering you that much?”No answer.He studied her face, thinking she had finally drifted off.He exhaled quietly.But then her lips parted again. “…Is she someone I should be jealous of?”Her voice was faint. Fragile, but awake.Roman’s expression softened.A faint possessive light flickered in his eyes as he stared at her affectionately.His free hand moved to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. He leaned down and pressed a slow, gentle kiss against her forehead.“No,” he sai

“Nine years?!” Evelyn repeated, pulling away from his embrace completely now. She turned to stare at him, her gaze complicated, disbelieving.She didn’t know what to feel.Her chest tightened.Nine years. That wasn’t just a relationship. That was almost a lifetime of memories.“That’s almost a decade,” she said quietly.He watched her carefully, his expression unreadable. "It was.""Were you engaged?"The question slipped out before she could stop herself.He went silent for a moment."...At one point.”Her breath caught.Of course they were. Nine years. Families must have known. There must have been plans, discussions about the future, a life mapped out together.“Why did it end?” she asked, her breathing uneven.Roman’s jaw tightened. “It ran its course.”“That’s not an answer.”He held her gaze this time. “Let's just say our plans for the future didn't align. She wanted a life that didn’t align with me. Or my current values.”There was something in his tone she couldn’t decipher.S

Evelyn looked at him conflicted, her heart thumping loudly in her chest."But the board—your elder brother is back—the executives—" She shook her head, backing away. "No. No, Roman, this is insane. I can't just walk into Sinclair Industries and take over.""Why can't you?""Roman!" Her voice rose. "You're on sabbatical! How on earth are you going to just make a drastic decision like that without the board revolting? Without your brother using it against you?”"Evelyn." He caught her face in his hands, gentle but firm. "I'm Roman. And you're my wife. There's no harm in you handling the company."She stared at him, searching his face for any sign that this was a joke. There was none.He continued, his voice steady. "Yes, I was placed on sabbatical by my father. I can't go back. Not yet. But someone needs to be there. Someone who represents me.”Her breath grew heavy."You'd really trust me with your company?" she whispered."I'd trust you with my life." He brushed his thumb across her c