The Don’s Dangerous Addiction のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 181 - チャプター 190

Morning light, pale and fragmented, filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, scattering across the cold tiles in a pattern of soft silver. The storm had finally passed, leaving behind a washed-clean sky and the lingering scent of rain-soaked earth. A few scattered clouds still drifted lazily across the pale blue expanse, remnants of the night's fury.Avery dropped the used syringe into the disposal box. Her fingertips accidentally brushed against the skin where she had just removed the IV line, and the touch came back burning hot. The skin was flushed, feverish beneath her touch, a stark contrast to the cool air of the room.After a night of precise treatment and aggressive stabilization, Dominic's tightly shut eyes finally opened. The long hours of darkness had given way to a fragile dawn.For the first time, Avery saw his sharp, arrogant gaze up close. Now unfocused, sluggish, his pupils slow to react, the edges of his irises dulled. The hard line of his

The heavy doors slammed shut, sealing out the wind and rain completely.Avery felt the full weight of Dominic's body drop against her shoulder, the side she had been using to steady him suddenly bearing his entire mass. The man who had stood before Martin like an untouchable god had finally released every ounce of forced strength. His tall frame tilted forward, collapsing against her without warning."Dominic!"Avery wrapped her arms around his broad back, trying to brace him against the fall. Her hands met fabric soaked through with cold sweat. Even through his shirt, she could feel the alarming heat radiating from his skin, a fever burning beneath the surface. His body was limp, heavy, all the iron control that usually held him rigid gone in an instant.His forehead pressed into the hollow of her neck. His breathing was ragged and harsh, each exhale scalding against her ear. The desperate rhythm of it echoed in the empty hall. She could feel the fine tr

The Obsidian City Grand Theater loomed before her—a grand facade masking the dark dealings that took place within its walls.The air was thick with expensive perfume, cigar smoke, and the cold sweat of nervous power players. Crystal chandeliers cast fractured patterns of light across the marble floors, illuminating faces that wore masks of ambition and greed. The walls were lined with dark velvet, absorbing sound and creating an almost tomb-like stillness that pressed down on every guest.Avery stood at the bottom of the entrance steps, tilting her head upward. Tonight, she wore a sharply tailored black long coat, its clean lines falling to her knees. The collar revealed a sliver of crisp white silk shirt beneath, a single silver button catching the dim light. Her hair was pinned up with precision, every strand in place. A pair of frameless silver-rimmed glasses sat on the bridge of her nose. The cold metal pressed against her temples, grounding her, keeping her

The vehicle had been silent for about three minutes. The only sound was the low hum of the engine and the occasional crackle of gravel under the tires.Drake glanced down at the chamber's readings every few seconds, his fingers resting on the edge without moving. His posture was alert, ready to react at the first sign of trouble. When the tires rolled over the seams in the road, the chamber stayed locked in place. The mounts held firm, the base connectors intact.Avery leaned against the rear wall, her back pressed against the cold metal. She could feel the lateral force each time the vehicle turned, the subtle shift of momentum pushing her against the paneling. She closed her eyes and ran through the route from the private box to the rolling shutter one more time.

The sunlight in Sunset City was thinner than in Obsidian City. Around three in the afternoon, the light filtered through the tinted glass and spread across the arrival hall floor in a warm, pale glow.When Avery walked out of the exit, she spotted Evan immediately among the crowd waiting at the pick-up area. He was leaning against a pillar, wearing a dark grey coat with no tie, a half-empty cup of coffee in his hand. He wasn't scanning the crowd. He just stood there, the kind of man who clearly wasn't in a hurry.She walked up to him. Evan looked up, set his coffee cup on the nearest trash bin, and straightened."The flight was easy to track. Obsidian City to Sunset City, only one flight this afternoon. I guessed right."