Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chapter 427 Under Surveillance

In the room dominated by a grand bed, silk curtains of intricate designs and vivid colors danced lightly, a testament to Davey's eye for detail and depth of treasure for Casey.

Davey, with a gesture as tender as the morning light, tucked a loose strand of hair behind Casey's ear, his gaze heavy with unspoken affection.

Just then, a soft knock interrupted the quiet of the room. "Come in," Davey invited.

Into the room stepped a woman, her vision framed by black glasses, dressed in the stark contrast of a white shirt and black pants. She was Jimena Hinks, entrusted with the health of the Glyn family as their private doctor.

Noticing Davey by the bed, Jimena offered a bow of respect and voiced her inquiry, "Mr. Glyn, should I administer acupuncture to her now or later?"

"Now," Davey stated with a calm that filled the room.

"Very well."

Davey made way as Jimena drew closer, preparing the space with a professional ease and starting with a head massage meant to soothe Casey into the treatment. Jimena's hands moved with precision, betraying a dedication to her craft.

Despite the countless times Jimena's hands had performed these motions, Casey's beauty never ceased to dazzle Jimena.

Casey was such a beauty that almost all men would pause in wonder whenever they laid eyes on her. Time had only added layers to her allure, crafting a presence that could stir envy and admiration in any onlooker, not just men.

Davey's choice to shield Casey away in this secluded sanctuary, hidden from the world's eyes for years, suddenly seemed like the only sensible thing to do.

One by one, each slender, sharp needle found its place in Casey's scalp, meticulously activating each acupoint with a gentle precision.

Davey watched this process unfold, his attention unwavering. Despite Jimena's near-decade of service, his trust in her remained guarded, much like his trust in anyone else.

Davey waited silently, until Jimena began the careful removal of each needle after thirty minutes.

It was then that his phone broke the silence, prompting Davey to answer. "What's the matter?"

other end belonged to

eyes remained glued on Casey and Jimena's

do these injections last, in general?" Katie asked. "It varies. For some, a month. For others, two, even three,' Davey explained, his tone

given, will things really happen as

blade. "Katie, it seems you're still clinging to a sliver of

just..." Katie's voice

frayed. "I'm not your father. I don't have time to guide

need to work it out

definitive click, Davey

exclamation cut through the

It was Jimena, standing by

between him and Casey. A

outcry?" The question came from Davey, his eyes sparking with an icy warning, sending a wave of intimidation crashing over

Jimena's words faltered, trapped in her

finger. "Did you harm her?"

Jimena barely began before

to the

her face, now swelling and partially numb, as a trickle of blood edged its way from her mouth, a stark testament to Davey's

a semblance of a smile. Yet, the warmth of his voice belied the coldness of his words,

he stated, a simple phrase

of Davey uttering these words before lingered with haunting clarity. The individual he had warned previously vanished after a second misstep, only to be discovered later by fishermen, a

the door had revealed the fate of the unnamed. Swollen

silent act of compassion, the bodyguards had managed to secure half of the

grave finality, a declaration that there would be no tolerance for a repeat offense. Overcome with fear, Jimena stifled any words she might

Davey's command

to leave, her exit clumsy yet quick. Despite her disarray, she made sure to close the door behind her, a small act of propriety in the

the door shut behind her, Jimena caught a glimpse of Davey on his knees, cradling Casey's delicate fingers as though they were treasures, tenderly removing the dried blood. His expression, a blend of gentleness and sorrow, sent a shiver down

racing, Jimena made her way downstairs, her mind racing over the events that had