Chapter 223

He dropped to one knee before me, a hopeful glint in his eyes. "Can I propose to you with my mom's favorite piece of jewelry, this vintage emerald necklace?"

The memory of Helen recounting how his mother was brutally murdered right in front of Max, her heart literally ripped out by her own husband, pushed me to my knees to embrace him tightly. "Max, it must have hurt so much, didn't it?"

His chin rested in the crook of my shoulder, a vulnerable gesture.

"Claire, it was agonizing, so utterly helpless."

His voice had a raw pang of pain in it, giving me the chills. My hurt was nothing compared to what he was going through.

"Max, it's all behind us now, right?"

Without a word, he leaned into me, seeking comfort in our closeness, as if we were each other's refuge against the chill of the world.

He gently lifted me up to sit on the bed, then retrieved the emerald necklace-a family heirloom of remarkable size and beauty.

"This piece seems almost too extravagant."

hands of Alan Hilton all the more tragic. I couldn't bring myself to ask Max about it, fearing the resurgence

Hilton performing surgeries

he

I hesitantly tried

to take it off moments later. "Let's save

I'd prefer something more

everyday wear."

revealed, "The necklace is super flexible in its design. You can take off

he gently removed the centerpiece for me, I couldn't help but jest, "Wearing it

than

my mouth

need to see Ronald. I learned from Richard that the dean's mother is the one who's truly after me,

grew serious. "I wanted to keep you safe, to work with Ronald and get to the

thought the dean's mother was dead. I had no idea she was behind the murders, even targeting

too worked up, he held onto my shoulders and said, "However you want to sort this out, I'm with

by his protective

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