Burn the Marriage, Keep the Crown

Chapter 253

Serena lay motionless on the bed, her face ghastly pale, as if the life had been drained out of her.

Aaron felt as though a giant fist had gripped his heart, squeezing tight. He rushed to her side and reached out, desperate for any sign of life.

A faint breath brushed against his palm. The crushing weight in his chest loosened for a heartbeat-only to clench again, even tighter than before.

He didn't pause to think. Instinct took over. In one swift movement, he bent down, scooped Serena into his arms, and hurried toward the door.

Their neighbor, startled by the sight of Serena's waxen face in Aaron's arms, gasped and quickly stepped aside to let them pass.

***

Grayson Group Headquarters.

"Mr. Grayson, the hotel for Mr. Weatherly has been arranged," Finn reported crisply.

Determined to avoid any more mishaps, Finn had spent three days searching for a location that was both discreet and secure.

As soon as the arrangements were in place, he hurried back to deliver the news.

William Grayson looked up, pushing aside the papers on his desk. "Are you absolutely certain nothing can go wrong?"

"Yes, sir. The hotel is one of our own properties, reserved exclusively for Grayson family members. There's no way anyone from outside can get in—not even Aaron, no matter how resourceful he is."

a slight nod, but his striking eyes

fingers against the desk, the rhythmic sound echoing softly through

"Finn."

"Yes, sir?"

you think Aaron is doing

He shook his head

continued under William's encouraging gaze, "But... something

William's brows

Finn trailed

Miss Sullivan knitted

someone

It's like waving a

her face, practically

Mr. Vance sent

stilling for a moment as he

then who?” he asked

I wouldn't want to speculate. But with Penelope's status, there's no way she could've brought Nestor Leighton

there had to

the notepad on

set

to see her-and to ask about the questions Finn

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