All Chapters of THE EX-WIFE HE COULDN'T RESIST: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Clara's pov My feelings were all over the place with everything that happened and having Adrian close to me. It made me uncomfortable in a cute way. That was strange. I shouldn't be fighting myself to stay away from him. And then there was Silas who was constantly checking up on the old man, he'd gotten me scared at one point that he decided to stay in the room for longer. I hoped that the old man wouldn't stir or even move while he was there but how long would I keep hoping that he wouldn't move? If Silas finds out that the old man is making a recovery, he might tear down the place with anger and I'll definitely be receiving some heat as well. So the next time the doctor came to visit, I decided to tell him about the improvement I noticed. "Are you sure about this?" He asked leaning close, his voice barely above a whisper. I nodded sharply. My expression was all he needed to see. He heaved a sigh. "Alright Mrs. Hollingsworth, I will put a closer eye on him..." I grabb

Adrian's pov"So, the old man's in a coma?" Silas's voice made me turn my face from the wall. I nodded slightly. Clara left already.Good. I didn't want to look into her face after what she'd done to the old man. "So, uhm. I heard the doctors don't know when he's going to wake up?" He asked again, seemingly more interested in the old man's health this time around than he ever was. I nodded again. "No one knows."He pocketed his hands, just like I used to when faced with something difficult. I'd never been so close to him like I was now. The last time I was close to him was when I was still little. He'd come for dinner at the family house and an argument erupted. He'd broken the plates in rage and grandma told Roxy to take me upstairs and cover my eyes so I wouldn't see what was happening. After that day, I never saw him. Even at family gatherings. Or maybe my mind just wasn't there. I'd almost forgotten I had an uncle until now. "What were you doing at the company?" I found mys

Clara's pov "Thank you," He said softly before I could say another word. I didn't know how to react to his words. I couldn't tell if he was saying that because I was the only one left to care for him or he was being truly grateful. "Get me some cold water and a towel." I turned to the maid who stood by the door and she nodded swiftly before leaving. I closed the distance between us, taking a closer look at the once vibrant man looking like he hadn't had a bath or a change of clothes for a long time. His eyes were fixated on me and I hated it. I couldn't look away either. "Have you had something to eat today?" I asked as I unbuttoned his shirt. He shook his head from side to side, still pinning his gaze on me. "You know, my face hurts from the stare." I blurted as I peeled the shirt off his right hand. He drew a smirk. Not that vicious or cruel type he used to give me when we were talking about Elena, but the type that showed he enjoyed my reactions to his stare. The maid st

Clara's Pov Silas almost laughed out loud. Who knows what was going through his head at that point?Then he dropped my hand without warning.The sudden release sent a wave of relief through my arm, but it was quickly replaced by numbness. I held my wrist instinctively, trying to breathe past the sting.“Don’t lay your hands on her again.” Adrian’s voice cut through the hallway. It was low and cold. The same voice he used during board meetings. Except now, he was pissed. I turned slowly to look at him. He stood there, leaning slightly on the doorframe for support, his injured leg stretched awkwardly forward. His face was pale, his posture strained—but his eyes…His eyes were deadly calm, something about it made my heart skip. Silas straightened, rolling his shoulders back like he hadn’t just been caught hurting me.“You shouldn’t be walking,” He said coolly. “Your leg—”“That’s not your concern.” Adrian took a step forward. I saw the pain flash across his face for half a second but

Clara's povMy lips parted again. “And Elena? What about her?”I’d seen her walk into the living room. I’d heard her question our closeness. “She’s gone,” he replied, swallowing hard. “I told her to leave.”Something loosened in my chest.I didn’t know why that mattered so much.Adrian leaned closer and slow, careful of his leg. His hand came up to my cheek, warm and steady, and I forgot how to breathe.“You’re shaking,” he murmured.“I’m fine,” I lied. His thumb brushed beneath my eye, wiping away tears I hadn’t realized were there. He didn’t rush me. Didn’t demand anything. He just held his gaze, looking at me like I was something fragile instead of inconvenient.It made my heart ache.Why is he doing this now?Why does it feel like I’m seeing him for the first time?He leaned his forehead against mine. I could feel his breath, feel the tension he was holding back.“You don’t belong to anyone who touches you without permission,” he said quietly. “You’re my wife. And I will stand u