The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

The honey-colored chest came into view, the muscles strong and smooth, yet marred by numerous scars crisscrossing in a menacing dance. Brittany winced slightly, moving closer to the bed to gently wipe the blood from his face with some gauze.

He had sharp, striking features - eyebrows like raven wings and skin as smooth as a peeled egg. Handsome, yes. But clearly no saint.

The doctor continued his work, perhaps a bit too harshly given the grimace on the man's face. Brittany instinctively said, "Be gentle, please."

"Miss, I am being as gentle as I can," the doctor replied, somewhat helplessly.

Weren't all unconscious patients oblivious to pain?

Brittany felt a strange sense of familiarity looking at the man's face, but she couldn't place where she might have seen him before. As the memory eluded her, she let it go.

The doctor spent over an hour tending to the man's injuries before leaving some fever-reducing medicine, just in case.

"Miss, his wounds are severe and could easily get infected. If he develops a fever, administer the medicine. Call me if things get worse."

"Okay."

Confused,

touched her chest, feeling a dull ache as she wiped away the bloodstains and changed the sheets. Just then, there was a knock

her

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"Of course, you can."

placed a little bed in her room for

bed. "Did the noise

downstairs had just ended, and Daniel's room faced

he

pinched his cheek

drifted off quickly, but Brittany was restless. Her dreams were tumultuous-flashes of thunderstorms, clattering pipes, and rolling cars. Brittany

her face with her hand that

off the

into the bathroom. She splashed her