Chapter 10

Chapter 10:

As soon as Rachel spoke, her eyes shimmered with unshed tears,

But she quickly blinked them away, brushing them aside with a swift movement of her hand.

Then, she shoved Brian away, her voice laced with defiance. “I don’t need you fussing over me. I can take care of myself.”

Brian’s grip remained firm as his voice took on a steely edge. “Stay still. Don’t move. You should know by now that my patience has its limits.”

His legendary temper, particularly when provoked, was no secret to anyone.

Rachel felt herself shrinking under his intensity, becoming as still as a statue. She perched there, docile as a schoolgirl, while a comforting warmth spread across her ankle from his careful examination.

Rising to his feet, Brian announced, “Wait here while I check the kitchen. Don’t move an inch.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

When he returned moments later, an ice pack clutched in his hands, she instinctively recoiled.

His touch remained gentle as he steadied her foot. “The cold will be uncomfortable at first, but your ankle’s swelling needs this. Just endure it briefly — I’ll work quickly.”

Rachel found herself nodding without conscious thought.

After applying the ice, Brian’s gaze swept over her with grave concern. “Are there other injuries I should know about?”

“You’re certain?”

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“Yes.”

He didn’t look convinced. His hand moved as if to unbutton her sleeve. “No, I need to check for myself.”

He knew she had a habit of getting hurt and keeping quiet about it. What could be more foolish?

After ensuring there were no other injuries, he finally eased back.

on, don’t be

all his attention had been on Tracy. His

would have been

loved for years, the one he had

herself? She was nothing more than

was not someone he

bitter truth twisted something inside Rachel, and before she could

in the middle of applying ointment when a drop of warmth

and saw the silent

brows furrowed. He assumed she was crying because of

face. “No,

simply being

scooped her up into his arms. “We’re

need.” But her protests fell on deaf ears—he had

medication for sprains, advising Rachel to rest for

next few days,

to the bathroom or taking a bath, he

in time—to the best days

again, his body burning against hers as he held her close, as if he wanted to pull her into himself

melting into his embrace as she wrapped her arms

ascended to

his chest, finding comfort

made for such

of his

name illuminated

ignorance, but to her astonishment, Brian declined

a second attempt, he answered

her apparent intoxication. “Brian, everything’s spinning. I think I’ve had too much

pick you up,” Brian replied

honeyed with practiced charm. “Remember how you used to take care of me when I drank

It’s not possible.” Brian ended the call

quiet triumph as she drifted into the deepest, most peaceful sleep she’d known

warmth, finding only empty space. Her searching hands confirmed what

she finally switched on the light, bitter laughter caught in

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