Burn the Marriage, Keep the Crown

Chapter 67

Serena stepped out of the bathroom, expecting to find an empty room. Instead, Aaron was still sitting on the bed, his presence catching her by surprise after she'd been in there for over an hour.

Without a word, Aaron rose and swept her up into his arms, carrying her back to the bed. As soon as she tried to sit up, he held her down, his grip firm yet gentle.

"Let me go!" Serena protested, her back pressed against his chest. Her struggles were like sparks to a flame, eliciting a low grunt from behind her.

"Don't move," Aaron warned, his voice a husky whisper. "I can't promise what might happen if you do."

Serena froze at his words, feeling the tension in his body behind her. Resigned, she lay still, exhaustion from the past few days catching up with her. Her eyelids grew heavy, and before she knew it, she had drifted off to sleep.

When she awoke, it was already the next morning. The first thing she noticed was Aaron's arm draped over her like a vine. He was still asleep, his face softened and serene, a stark contrast to his usual hard-edged demeanor. Dark circles marked his eyes, suggesting he hadn't been sleeping well.

slumber. "How is it possible for someone to be so strong even when they're asleep?" she

morning." Serena looked up to see Aaron smirking at her. "Let go of me!" she snapped. He released her with a chuckle.

don't like being compared to a pig? You're the one who always acts like I'm

did I ever say that?" Aaron asked,

told her many things over the years, but how much of it was true?

Aaron's concern deepened.

Whatever the truth was, Cynthia Lynwood's influence was undeniable, and Aaron's repeated

should call

Serena interrupted coldly,