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.

away, but his grip was unyielding even in slumber. "How is it possible for someone to

He released her with a chuckle. "You seemed to sleep well

compared to a pig? You're the

I ever say that?"

brow furrowed. Cynthia Lynwood had told her many things over the years, but how much of it was true? Her

Aaron's concern

head. It didn't matter anymore. Whatever the truth was, Cynthia Lynwood's influence was

call

Serena interrupted coldly,