Be Careful Of My Heart นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"He'll be back before you know it, love. Let's get to work, yeah?" Leaning into him, Harper tried her best to smile for her friend. "I know." She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly trying to settle the bats that had taken up residence in her middle. Something felt wrong. Harper rubbed her arms trying to ward off the sudden chill. Shaking her head, she berated herself for borrowing trouble. "I'm being silly. Let's get to it." As Cam led her inside, Harper couldn't resist glancing back once more at the empty road. Wyck would be fine, and back in her arms before she knew it. Wouldn't he?

I finished, my voice dropping slightly. And that? That was not something I was going to ignore. He held my gaze for a second, then nodded slowly like he understood exactly what I meant. “Be careful,” he said. I almost smiled. “I’m always careful,” I replied. But even as I said it… I knew something had already shifted. Because careful only works when you know all the variables. And right now? I don’t. I turned away from him again, walking toward my desk this time and finally unlocking my phone, pulling up my notes as my eyes scanned through the speech I had prepared for tomorrow.

If it's not with Alpha Jace, I might be dead now. “Be careful. You're outpacing.” I rolled my eyes and moved away from him as my heart began to act unusual. This scared me like hell.

I started. "Yes, we might be poor to you but let me tell you one thing, no one hurts what's mine and lives to tell the story" I say. Ok, that's a lie but you get the gist. I moved right close to his chest and I could literally hear his heart beat from how close we were. I pointed my finger at him. "Beware of what you say or behave to others 'cause you won't know just how they'll retaliate" I say through my gritted teeth.

"Look... I'm kidding. Don't take it to heart." He made a mental note: from now on, he'd have to be twice as careful with what he said.

“Don’t be careless.” I heard him and I couldn’t respond back immediately. “… I-I know.” Oh my, have I become so meek my heart is already beating just because of his help?

On the calm that hasn’t cracked—but has shifted. I realize, with a jolt that feels almost embarrassing, that I’m not worried about myself. I don’t know how to worry about myself. The thought comes uninvited and undeniable: Be careful. The words push their way out of me before I can weigh them. “Dante,” I say. He turns. Just enough. “Be careful,” I tell him. It’s quiet. Not dramatic. Not pleading. For a fraction of a second, something passes through his eyes.

The problem is that careful and this particular feeling are already fighting each other in my chest and the feeling is winning and I've only been in the same room with him once. I close my eyes. Be careful. I know.

"You don't need to worry about me anymore. I'm old enough to handle myself and work far from where we are residing." "That's not what my concern is all about. I'm afraid that something might happen to you there," Lilija said. "Don't you trust me?" Her mother remained speechless while staring at Aurelie. She knows how much her mother loved after her father completely ignored the fact they are existing, that he has a family waiting. "I trust you, Aurelie. I just don't want you to get… hurt," Lilija said. She thinks her mother was just worried about her situation since she'll deal with celebrities and influential people once she starts to work for an entertainment company.

‘Be careful baby,’ I breathe, my heart thumping as I swiftly get up and lock the door, scanning the room for anything to put in front of the door, but the room is empty save the bed and chair. Fuck! ‘Zade, please, be careful.’ I repeat, trying to calm my sudden thumping heart.