Semua Bab A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood: Bab 211 - Bab 220

After Dorian finished giving blood, we sat side-by-side in the stiff plastic waiting chairs. He quietly placed a sandwich and juice on my lap.I stared at my hands, still faintly stained with Zayne’s blood, until the pressure in my chest grew too heavy to bear. “Why are you here?” I asked softly, trying to rub off the blood but they stuck to my skin.“Because you need me,” Dorian answered instantly.His tone devoid of the anger from earlier, carrying only the protective weight of an older brother. “....I have cut all my ties with you–”“Because your husband wanted that.” Dorian interrupted, turning his head to look at me.“You were looking for the tiniest reason to leave me for him.” He threw the reality right on my face in a humorless chuckle.I lowered my head more. I was truly ashamed of the path I was choosing yet I walked on it despite knowing its wrongness.“Don’t look down. I won’t blame you,” Dorian mumbled softly as he reached out, placing his large, warm, and protective ha

ZAYNE’S POV******************“Madam left with Sir Dorian.”“Impossible.” My voice came out raspy, echoing in the private room.“Kristine wouldn’t leave with Dorian. Not without telling me. Not when I’m like this.”I tried to shift, but a sharp sting burned across my shoulder blade, forcing a choked hiss from my lips. ​My pain was always her weakness. She wouldn't have walked away.​“How long did she stay?” I demanded.​“Until the doctor reassured her that you were out of danger, Boss,” Drew answered, keeping his head low. “Then she walked out. With him.”The news of her leaving was no less than a gut-wrenching betrayal. She had defended me, claimed her shares, called herself a Nightwood—and then she ran straight back to her brother the second I closed my eyes.​“Get me my phone,” I snarled, my breathing turning ragged.​“Boss, you need to rest—”​“I said, get me my fucking phone, Drew!”​Drew didn't hesitate this time, quickly handing over the phone. My fingers were stiff, sligh

KRISTINE’S POV*********************The line went dead with a cold click.“Zayne? Zayne, wait—!”I pulled the phone away from my ear, staring at the black screen in utter disbelief for the next five minutes.‘I am failing. I am a horrible wife.’He had hung up on me. The fury and betrayal in his voice echoed in my head, loud enough to drown out the rain outside.“No, no, no… don't do this to me,” I whispered, my thumbs frantically moving across the screen to redial his number. Once. Twince. Thrice. Then directly to voicemail.His profile picture was not showing either. He had blocked me. My chest seized, a violent wave of panic as I rushed down the stairs and found Dorian knitting a sweater while humming to himself.“Dorian!” “What happened?” He nearly dropped the needles, returning the same panic and jumping from his seat.“Is it an attack?! Is everything alright?!”“It’s Zayne!” Tears dwell in my eyes, hands shaking that the phone dropped from my hands, “He… He…” “No… no, no,no

Four. Fucking. Days.By the fourth day, I was panicking. My mind was unable to gain peace anywhere. The lack of interaction had led me to my edge. And Zayne? How could he survive without me? How could he spend a moment without talking to me?“I’m leaving today, Dorian! I don't care about your three-day timeline anymore!” I yelled, slamming my teacup onto the dining table.Dorian didn't even look up from his tablet, discussing an important deal with Antler.“You’re staying right here, Kristine.”Their nonchalance infuriated me more. “You…” I grabbed the teaspoon.“Don’t.” Antler and Dorian spoke at the same time, not lifting their eyes from the screen. They were well aware of my habits.“I have called that blue monster Saphira from your home. Hug it for now.” Antler teased, lifting his eyes at me with a joyous expression.“In fact, go and introduce her to your old dragon friends too. Go. Play.” Dorian added, returning a smirk too.Stop being hysterical, Kristine. You requested this

ZAYNE’S POV******************After we cleaned ourselves up. I was lying on the bed on my stomach, unable to suppress the constant hisses of pain.In my desperation to mark her as mine, I had pulled a stitch—maybe two.‘Shit. Drake is going to be so fucking pissed.’“You didn’t even let me warn you.” Kristine muttered, changing my bandages with a frown I found adorable.“I was too busy to reclaim my dragon.” I chuckled huskily. Her frown deepened, and in her irritation, she unintentionally pulled the fresh bandage a little too tight over the wound. A gasp came from my throat, my body instinctively flinching away from her touch. “Argh—do it gently, wife,” I scolded, turning my head to shoot her a fake, pouting look. “How could you hurt your already hurt husband?”“You deserve more.”Her words instantly pissed me off, the lingering bitterness spiking again.“Oh? I do?” I turned slightly, furrowing my brows, “Who left me when I was fucking shot and in pain?”“Dorian… asked me to tru