Blunt Pain의 모든 챕터: 챕터 81 - 챕터 90

NorthHe held Jordan’s hand as they walked into the hotel lobby, his fingers lacing through hers automatically, grounding himself in the familiar warmth of her touch. The lobby was lavishly decorated—marble floors polished to a mirror shine, crystal chandeliers cascading from the ceiling, soft instrumental music filtering through hidden speakers. Fresh lilies stood in oversized vases near the entrance, their scent faint but noticeable. Everything about the place whispered wealth and discretion.North glanced around, instinctively assessing the room the way he’d learned to do over the years. Businessmen clustered near leather couches. A concierge spoke in low tones to a family dressed in designer travel wear. No obvious press. No cameras lurking nearby. That was good. Especially for Axl.His mother hadn’t arrived yet, and though he would never admit it out loud, he was grateful for the reprieve. Seeing her after everything that had happened always stirred something raw in him—guilt, pr

Axl“You were never a problem, Aspen,” he said softly, his voice thick with unshakable conviction, and pressed his forehead against hers. The simple touch grounded him, steadied the frantic pulse still racing beneath his skin. “Do you believe me?”“Yes,” she whispered. Her breath brushed across his lips, warm and certain.“That’s good, because I’m not letting you go again. For two years, I couldn’t breathe.” His chest tightened as he said it, the memory of those hollow months clawing at him. “I can’t lose you again.”Aspen smiled as she cupped his jaw. Her fingers traced lightly over the faint stubble there, and he closed his eyes, leaning into her touch with unfiltered need. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed something so simple—her hands on him, steady and familiar.“We should talk about that.”He shook his head immediately, almost stubbornly. “I don’t care how we do it. I’m not losing you again.” His hands rested at her waist as if anchoring her in place.“I have to go home an

AspenNorth stopped her at the bottom of the stairs, and glanced behind her, his expression briefly shadowed with something unspoken and conflicted. She felt Axl’s hand a moment later as he took hers, his fingers threading through hers with quiet possession. North looked like he wanted to say something, his jaw tightening slightly, but he thought better of it. CJ nodded at Axl, silent understanding passing between them, and they made their way to the small chapel.Heads turned the moment they walked in. Conversations dipped into hushed murmurs. The front row was empty, reserved for family, and Calvin and CJ remained standing at the back, their posture alert as they surveyed the crowd. Axl led her to the front row, his hand warm at the small of her back. They sat down, and Axl gave her a slow smile when she placed her hand on his thigh, her fingers resting there with subtle familiarity.She could hear the soft whispers ripple through the room as people recognized him. The sound made he

AxlWhile Aspen had slept the previous night, curled into his side with her hand resting over his heart, he’d booked their flights and accommodation in Bora Bora. The soft rise and fall of her breathing had steadied him as he finalized confirmations, his fingers moving with decisive urgency. He’d given Calvin and CJ a few weeks off, insisting they take the break. For once, he didn’t want security hovering. He wanted silence. He wanted her.It was mid-morning when they arrived at their villa, warm island air wrapping around them like a gentle embrace. He couldn’t stop smiling—not because of the place, but because Aspen was smiling. Her eyes shone as she looked around the three-bedroom beach villa, her expression lit with childlike wonder.The space was open and airy, white curtains shifting in the breeze, polished wooden floors warm beneath their feet. Beyond the wide glass doors, the ocean shimmered in impossible shades of blue. It was tranquil. Beautiful. With each step he took, he f

AspenShe read through the article that North had sent her again, her thumb hovering over the screen as if rereading it might somehow change the words. Her chest felt tight, a dull pressure that refused to ease. She couldn’t believe it—the exaggerations, the outright lies, the way fragments of truth had been twisted into something ugly and sensational. What shocked her most, though, was the mention that Merit had gone to Axl’s concert in Florida two years earlier, and that she’d been pregnant. That single line lodged itself in Aspen’s mind, heavy and sharp. Axl couldn’t be the father. He would’ve told her if he was. She knew that with unyielding certainty. “What’s wrong?” Axl asked as he emerged from the bathroom wearing only a pair of jeans, his hair still damp, water droplets trailing down his chest.“Read that,” Aspen said, her voice steady despite the tension coiling in her stomach, and handed her phone over to him.Axl sat down on the edge of the bed and read the article. She wa