บททั้งหมดของ Her Only Exception: บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 218

Andrea pulled the door shut behind Henry, looking up at his messy hair and loosened tie."You didn't have to run all the way up here, Henry," Andrea whispered softly, resting her hand over his warm chest. "You could have taken your time.""I told you I'd be here, Andrea," Henry replied, his voice still a little heavy as he caught his breath. "I came straight from the Cole Group meeting the second we finished signing."Henry looked past her into the room, and his eyes landed on Grandma Grace sitting by the window. He froze for a second, rubbing the back of his neck, before glancing over at the hospital bed. His gaze fell on the pale, frail man lying under the thin white sheet.For a second, Henry looked completely out of place, he cleared his throat, pulling his hands out of his suit pockets, not quite sure what to do with them. He looked down at his shoes, then back at the bed, swallowed hard, and glanced at Andrea as if asking for guidance. Should he step in? Should he greet him? Or

Andrea wrapped her sweater tighter around herself and leaned back against the outdoor sofa, the soft cushions sinking under her weight. The night air was cool against her face, carrying the distant hum of the city below. She held her phone to her ear and stared out at the glittering skyline, the lights blurring slightly as she blinked back the heaviness that had been sitting on her chest all evening. On the third ring, the line picked up. “Andrea?” Mindy’s voice came through, sounding slightly groggy but immediately sharpening with concern. “Are you okay? I was just about to text you.” “Bestie…” Andrea let out a long, heavy breath. The tight knot in her chest loosened just a little at the sound of her best friend’s voice. “I missed you so much. I’m sorry to call you so late, especially after your long flight back from London.” “Forget the flight, Andrea,” Mindy said quickly, and Andrea could hear the soft rustle of sheets as she shifted in bed. “I couldn’t even sleep properly bec

Inside Mindy’s cozy, modern apartment, the warm yellow ambient lights were dimmed to a soft glow. The city hummed faintly beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, but inside, everything felt quiet and contained. A faint scent of lavender from the diffuser still lingered in the air, mixing with the mild herbal smell of freshly steeped tea. Marcus sat on the plush gray sofa, wearing a simple white t-shirt and dark sweatpants, his posture finally loosening after the long day. His phone rested face-down on the glass coffee table, the screen dark after his call with Henry about the finalized Cole Group deal. He stretched both arms along the back of the cushions and let out a long, low sigh as the fatigue from the flight finally settled deep into his shoulders and legs. From the kitchen, the soft scrape of a bar stool against the floor announced Mindy’s approach. She walked into the living room carrying two mugs of warm tea, the silk of her nightie whispering against her thighs with each ste

Marcus walked over to where Mindy was standing, leaning down to poke Sophie's soft belly. Sophie blinked her cute eyes up at him like she was trying to recognize who he was, then she let out another little gurgle, reaching out to grab Marcus's thumb. Marcus’s face melted into a genuine, soft smile, letting the baby hold onto his finger. "Looks like she remembers you, Marcus," Mindy said, looking up at him with a proud smile. "Of course she does," Marcus said, lightly tapping the tip of Sophie's nose. "She knows who buys her the best stuffed animals." While Mindy and Marcus were completely distracted playing with the baby in the living room, Andrea took the bakery box and coffees over to the dining table. She began unpacking the warm cinnamon pastries onto a serving platter and setting out plates, napkins, and cups. Henry walked over to the kitchen island, pouring fresh water into glasses and bringing them over to help her set the table. "Need a hand?" Henry asked softly, leaning