All Chapters of A heart bleeding with love: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Yet he didn't stir. She felt a little sorry for him. He looked exhausted and worn out, which explained why he was sleeping so deeply that he couldn't feel the world around him. He looked peaceful. Completely disheveled, really. But she couldn't deny that she liked him this way. It made her heart pound violently in her chest, urging her to do all sorts of crazy things. No. No, she certainly wasn't going to assault him. She wasn't that shameless. Just a tiny, innocent kiss. She tilted her head and pressed a soft kiss to the middle of his forehead. He stirred in his sleep. A few minutes later, he slowly opened his eyes. Her heart pounded violently. Could he possibly have felt her innocent kiss? Damn this shameless heart of hers. Couldn't it restrain its indecent desires for once? He smiled at her as he sat up, rubbing his eyes. “Good morning, Rapunzel.” Had she mentioned before that she absolutely adored that nickname? Every time it left his lips, she wanted to kiss

Her eyebrows drew together in reaction to one event, then her eyes narrowed at another. At another moment, her lips parted into a gentle smile. Suddenly, she jolted in fright when she heard an unexpected knock at the front door. At the same moment, Murad stepped out of his room. He had heard the knock too. And he noticed her fear the instant she heard the sound. How heartbreaking. The peace had been stolen from her heart so completely that even a knock on the door frightened her now. He gave her an encouraging smile. “That's the delivery. The food is here. Come on, come on. Get up and bring the plates. I'm starving.” She quickly set the book aside after marking the page where she'd stopped reading. Then she got up and headed toward the kitchen to bring the plates. A small smile appeared on her face. She didn't even like fish to begin with. But she would eat it with him. No problem. She'd just imagine it was grilled chicken and eat it. The important

And because he was the one who would eat it. To some people, this might look like a sign that she was mentally unwell. And perhaps it was. That was simply how her condition appeared on the outside, while what lay beneath it remained unknown. If she told someone what had happened to her, they might say the incident had driven her crazy. Why else would she be acting like this now? Her clothes were bright summer colors. She was energetic and enthusiastic. Relaxed. In a good mood. Reassured. She wasn't afraid of anything. She had turned her back on anything that might disturb the peace of her soul. It seemed strange to some. No. To many. After all, someone in her position was supposedly meant to be locked away in a dark room, crying in pain and humiliation, cursing her luck and seeing life as nothing but a colorless, bleak existence. But she was the complete opposite. Yes, she had lived through two days that belonged among the worst days of her life.

❈-❈-❈ He smiled in amusement, searching for her with his eyes before finally seeing her emerge from the kitchen. She was wearing a black apron, with a red headband tied around her hair and a tiny flower on one side. She was carrying a tray in both hands and hadn't noticed his presence until a few seconds later. She gasped in surprise for a moment, then smiled sweetly as she approached him. The delicious aroma of food drifted into his nose, teasing him and playing on the strings of his empty stomach, which had known nothing since morning except the cup of coffee he'd had at the company. “Why are you so late? Breakfast time is already over. We're practically heading into lunch.” “You made all this food?” She placed the tray on the small table beside the kitchen, which was designed in an open-plan American style, then said: “Obviously. No talking while you're eating. Go wash your hands, and hurry up, because the pasta won't taste good if it gets cold.” He smiled despite himself

Or perhaps she acted as though he hadn't entered the room at all. She continued clutching Rania's hair, and another minute would have been enough to tear it from her head. “I swear to God, if you don't talk and tell me who he is, I'll bury you alive right here!” Hamdy hurried toward them and forcibly pulled his wife away from his daughter. The moment Ahlam released her, Rania collapsed into her father's arms, seeking shelter from her mother's fury. He tightened his embrace around her, holding her firmly as he shouted angrily at his wife: “Have you lost your mind?! How could you put your hands on her like that? What, does she have no father?! Am I dead or something?!” “Oh, now you decide to talk?! After standing by her while she carried out whatever foolishness she had in her head and helping her destroy her home?! I'm going crazy because of you two! I'm telling you, this girl has someone behind her. Someone planned all of this for her and showed her the road to destroying hers