All Chapters of The Don’s Dangerous Addiction: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

The night in Sunset City had grown deep and still. The top-floor ward had no windows, so there was no sound of wind outside, only the steady hum of the central air conditioning through the vents.Isabelle lay on her side on the narrow bed, her breathing already slow and even.Avery stood at the doorway for a moment, watching her. Only when she was certain her mother was truly asleep did she pull the door gently closed and step back into the corridor.Drake was leaning against the wall beside the elevator. He straightened when he saw her."I'm not going back tonight," Avery said. "The room next door is empty, right?""Already h

The afternoon of the day after Evan's visit, Avery's phone lit up.Dominic had sent a message with only one line:【The box is open. The contents have been sent back. They'll arrive in two days. Sending photos first.】Three photos followed immediately.The first showed the front of a brown paper file, yellowed with age. The edges were worn soft, the corners rounded from years of handling. In the lower right corner, a date from seven years ago was written in faded ink—two weeks before the Clair Laboratory burned.The second photo showed the first page inside the file. The title was printed, in an old format: "Experimental

At seven in the morning, when Avery pushed open the door, Drake was already standing at the entrance of the stairwell, holding a small paper box in his hands."The Boss asked me to bring this." He handed it over, his tone efficient, and stepped aside to clear the path.Avery opened it on the spot. Inside was a folded light grey silk scarf. She lifted it and glanced at it—the fabric was impossibly soft, with no tags at the edges, carrying the distinct coolness of a private custom order.

When Avery woke, the light outside the window had already brightened considerably, the pale gold of early morning spreading across the ceiling in soft, shifting patterns. The air carried the familiar, cool scent of cedarwood that had come to define this room, mingled with the faint trace of coffee drifting in from somewhere down the hall.She turned her head. Dominic was still asleep, his breathing slow and steady, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest a quiet anchor in the stillness. His left arm rested across her waist, heavy and warm. His right arm served as her pillow, the muscles of his forearm tensed even in rest.The morning light fell across his profile, softening the hard lines of his face, smoothing away the cold edges that usually defined him. There was a rare tenderness in the set of his mouth, an unguarded stillness he never showed the world—a vulnerability that made her chest ache.Avery watched him for a long moment, her eyes tracing the l

Morning light poured through the east-facing floor-to-ceiling windows when Avery picked up her travel bag. The pale gold of early dawn spilled across the marble floor, catching the edges of the furniture and casting long, soft shadows. She had packed lightly, just a few essentials, the bag barely half-full.At the end of the corridor, Dominic leaned against the doorframe. His dark coat was slightly disheveled, as if he had just splashed cold water on his face, a lingering darkness still clouding his eyes. The shadows beneath them were deep, proof of another sleepless night. His hair was still damp at the temples, and the collar of his shirt was slightly crooked.At the sound of the zipper, he turned his head. "So soon?""Just a few clothes." Avery walked toward him, her footsteps soft against the wood floor.As she passed, Dominic raised his hand. His rough fingertips found her wrist, sliding down inch by inch, before threading through her fingers with a