FreeGoodNovelChapter 201 "Max Hilton... it hurts so much." Tears began to shake free, streaming down my face.
"Where does it hurt? Huh?" He stopped in his tracks, his panic palpable as he searched for the source of my pain.
"It's my heart, Max. I never imagined you'd be so badly hurt. I thought you didn't care about me, only about your family's interests. That's why you didn't cto seefor an entire month." My vision blurred with tears, Max's features becoming indistinct.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe gently held my face, his laughter soft as he kissed away my tears. "Stop crying, I'm right here, aren't I?" I wrapped my arms around him, my sobs growing louder. "Max, I'm so sorry. Maybe I should never have gotten involved with you back at the orphanage. Then you wouldn't have to suffer like this. You could have been the head of the Hilton family, easily securing a powerful alliance with the Goodwins, without having to fight everyone for it." He stroked my hair soothingly and comforted me, saying, "Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me. Without you, there would be no 'me' today. The Hiltons don't get to dictate my life." He sounded so confident.
My crying stopped as I began to unbutton his shirt, wanting to inspect his wounds, to see who had operated on him and whether they had done a good job.
"Look at my Claire, taking charge." His teasing smile toldhe had misunderstood my intentions, but I didn't correct him. Instead, I was buoyed by him calling'his Claire.' It felt like finding solid ground after being stuck in the mud.
"I just want to see if any doctor is better than me," I said, trying to sound casual. Yet, seeing the bright red scar across his chest, right over his heart, I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion, my body going cold.
"Max, were Richard Price and the elders responsible for this? How could Richard do this to you?" No wonder Richard had been too busy to seelast month, dealing with Max instead.
"It's all in the past, as long as we're okay now." At that moment, the curtains across the vast windows closed, and under the dim light of the bedside lamp, our figures intertwined passionately.
In the darkness, his protective embrace felt like safeguarding a treasure, his low growls mingling with my soft moans, all our grievances and longing pouring into the night.
I didn't know how I fell asleep, only that after what felt like ages, Max carriedto the bath, and then I sank into a deep sleep in bed.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThrough the night, he heldclose, never letting go.
Half-asleep, I murmured, "Max, do you love me?" Even in his sleep, he nodded, murmuring, "Of course." Content, I drifted back to sleep.
I Waking up, I realized I had spent the night with Max instead of setting up the room with the servants as I had planned. The staff would surely have a laugh about this.
But Max, it was well past morning, and he showed no signs of waking, Ο ΠΡ still holdingclose. The air conditioning was on low, but his embrace madefeel warm all over. I slipped my legs out from under the covers to cool down but soon felt
cold and snuggled back in. He seemed to sense my cold feet, m warming them with his own, as if he had chasedacross lifetimes just to keepwarm. And so, nestled in his arms, I closed my eyes and fell back asleep.
By the tI woke again, it was already lunchtime, and Max had left the room.
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