THE EXTRAORDINARY BRIDE OF THE WYNDHAM FAMILY
One hand cradled the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair, while the other pressed her against his chest.
Her tears soaked into his shirt, warm and unrelenting, but he didn't flinch. He held her tighter, his own heart aching at her distress, whispering soft reassurances into her hair. His lips pressed firmly against the top of her head, a tender anchor amid the storm, willing his strength into her.
Stone emerged from behind Isla, his broad frame tense as he approached Gabriel. “Sir, is everything—”
He cut off mid-sentence, his eyes widening in shock. Right behind Gabriel, two figures had appeared, stepping into the light. Stone's face hardened, a curse escaping his lips.
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