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Liora. The ride to the hospital passed in silence, but unlike the awkward silence that had existed between Soren and I a few days ago, this one felt calm, almost bearable. Soren was seated beside me in the backseat, his attention divided between several documents and occasional phone calls, and although he wasn't talking to me, the mere fact that he had remembered the appointment and had personally taken time out of his undoubtedly busy schedule to accompany me was enough to leave me feeling strangely unsettled. Yes. Unsettled. Not because I wanted to read too much into it. I had already promised myself I wouldn't do that anymore. But because despite everything that had happened between us, despite the humiliation that still burned in my chest whenever I thought about it, he still showed up. And unfortunately, that was something I had always struggled with. People showing up. People staying. People choosing me. Those things had never really been part of my life. In th

Third Person " We have leads..." Reagan paused longer than normal, and that only added to Soren's annoyance."She and Liora aren't the same people," he revealed, and the usually controlled Soren Knight wasn't so controlled anymore.He sprang to his feet, his usually expressionless face showing a flicker of emotion, maybe hope, joy, or a mixture of both."Where is she? How is she?" he faced Reagan as he asked, his eyes almost softening."Say something." A heartbeat later, he asked, almost pleading.To that, Reagan remained silent, his fingers clenched, as if he was fighting to keep his emotions in check."I don't have her exact location." After a moment of silence, Reagan finally spoke, his voice deep, almost restrained.To that, sheer displeasure contoured Soren's face, making him look clearly annoyed."But we found something out. She didn't die back then." He added, then took a deep pause, and a loud silence, almost louder than their heartbeats, materialized in the room.Soren's exp

Liora."Huuuhu!" His body stiffened next to mine, and I gasped."Sorry." The words stumbled out as I let go, too quickly. You would think I was electrocuted.In a moment of impulse and excitement, I had hugged Soren, and now? Now I didn't know what to do.I took another step back, desperately creating some distance between us, and yet, no amount of distance felt enough... I had crossed a line I shouldn't have, and the thought had heat creeping to my cheeks.And Soren's reaction? Heavens! I had never wanted to disappear into nothingness as much as I currently did.I didn't even have the courage to look him in the eyes. But did I really have to? I could picture his face even without looking at him.He probably wore a stormy face, his signature frown perfectly in place, barely concealed fury simmering beneath the surface of his eyes.I placed a hand on my chest, trying to calm my fast-racing heart."I... I am sorry." After taking several deep breaths, I finally choked out, my voice low,

Liora.A sob escaped from my lips as I picked up the gift.I expected to see a necklace, maybe made of gold, silver, or even moonstone, you know? a super expensive one, probably worth more than I had spent in my twenty plus years of life.....I had also expected to see a bangle, priceless, timeless, even. And yet, as I held the gift in my hand, one that probably cost less than those two, my fingers trembled, and more tears fell from my eyes.Even in my wildest dreams, I wouldn't have expected Soren to get me a pregnancy journal.Yes, he got me a pregnancy journal and honestly? I couldn't describe my current mood.He was naturally cold and unfeeling, an existence that almost everyone in the Country feared, and yet, after spending time with him, I got to see another side, a warm, thoughtful, and caring side.He said he was doing all that because I was carrying his heir, and logically, that was the case. But my heart saw something else, felt differently, and beat loudly, and this time?T

Liora. "So you can cook..." Soren commented as he cleaned his lips with a napkin, his posture straight, his expressionless face revealing nothing. He was so elegant and refined that he made even a simple task, such as eating, look like a classified royal mission. To cater for his taste, I had spent over three hours digging on the Internet, going through the several interviews that journalists had managed to secure with the super private Soren Knight, and when I finally found one in which he had talked about his favourite meals, I wrote them in my notebook before I went shopping. And afterwards, I had spent over four hours cooking! And his exact reaction? A face that said nothing and a comment that felt no different from no comment at all! How could I not be frustrated! He had such an expensive taste that I had to really bleed my pockets, really deeply, to buy the ingredients! A longer sentence would have at least soothed my heart, you know? Like, ' Your food taste