Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 912:

Chris pressed his lips gently to her forehead. “Couldn’t get any rest.”

Raising her gaze, Maia studied him with concern. “Was it because of last night…?”

Chris let out a quiet laugh and touched her nose with his finger. “You’re reading into it too much.”

Unconsciously, Maia pressed her teeth into her lower lip as she remembered that Lenny would be arriving in Wront soon to guide her through advanced surgical procedures. Even the idea of performing a craniotomy made her hands tense up, the knowledge of how critical each movement was weighing heavily on her. Without thinking, she gripped the edge of Chris’s shirt, needing something steady.

“Is something bothering you?” Chris asked, his gaze falling to her hand before lifting to her face, worry flickering in his eyes.

“It’s nothing.” Her head dropped as she quietly rested against his chest. In her heart, she made a silent promise. She wouldn’t put Chris in danger—never.

more times than she could count. Her

because he

them. It meant staying. That was why she clung to the hope that

them with quiet urgency. “You’re sure you’re all right?” he asked, his eyes searching Maia’s face. A moment passed before he added, “Something’s on your mind, isn’t it?” Without waiting for an answer, he pulled her into his arms, his hands settling gently on her back. There was care in his touch, but also a quiet insistence. “It feels like you’re holding

carried warmth and quiet strength, his smile gentle but genuine. “You

𝖀𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊: g⍶𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀ꞏ𝖼𝗈𝗆

gentle smile. Clearly, he had misunderstood. She decided to explain that she was genuinely

to clarify, a

Knock, knock… “Delivery!”

to say vanished in that instant. She eased out of Chris’s arms without hesitation. There was no roughness in the way she moved, but something about it felt rushed. Her gaze darted toward the door as she spoke.

slowing down, she crossed the room and turned the knob. Waiting outside was a delivery person, holding a plain white box in both hands. “Ms. Watson? This