I pushed aside all my work and stayed at the Donovan estate to take care of Pierce. I cooked his favorite dishes and stayed by his side, watching as the pallor of his face slowly gave way to a faint blush. He often smiled softly, gently caressing my cheek, and each day, his spirits lifted a little more. Under my care, the violent coughing that had plagued him for so long finally began to ease. The once dim and dreary bedroom now welcomed a bit of light.When his body was too weak to move, I would push his wheelchair around the house and garden, showing him the flowers I had recently planted. The warm breeze carried the scent of blooms, and as I tucked my windblown hair back, I leaned in to kiss him on the cheek.Pierce seemed flustered by the kiss, gripping the arms of the wheelchair so tightly his knuckles turned white. He reached for my hand, and I knelt beside him, carefully resting my head against his shoulder.Before us stretched a field of flowers swaying in the wind.It was th
After the doctor left and the door closed behind him, I couldn’t contain my excitement. I threw my arms around Pierce’s shoulders.The man who had once been too critically ill for any hospital to attempt surgery was now showing signs of improvement. His chances of a successful operation were much higher.Pierce gently cupped my face in his hands, and we shared a smile.Leaning against his chest, I listened to the strong, steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The dark shadow of death had lifted, replaced by the hope of healing and the joy of a second chance.When Pierce recovered, I promised myself I would take him to watch the sunrise by the sea, to have afternoon tea abroad, and to visit any place he desired. Wherever Pierce wanted to go, I would be by his side, no matter how far.Just then, Pierce lightly pinched my cheek, pulling me back from my wandering thoughts."Florence, you know there are still risks with the surgery," he said.My heart sank, but I forced a smile. "You’ve come so fa
My days with Pierce had grown sweeter, and everyone was eagerly waiting for his surgery and recovery. But just two days before the operation, something terrible happened.When I woke up that morning, the familiar warmth of his embrace and kiss was missing. I shot up, suddenly wide awake, and turned to find the bed beside me rumpled, but empty.Getting out of bed, I called out hesitantly, "Pierce?"A wave of dread washed over me, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst from my chest.The house was eerily quiet, empty.Suddenly, my foot bumped into something.Panic gripped me.When I saw Pierce collapsed near the bathroom door, my heart plummeted.I quickly dialed the family doctor and frantically called Grace, who had gone out to buy groceries.Pierce was now lying in a hospital bed, and the doctor had pulled me out of the room. As the door to his room closed, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I covered my face, sobbing, tears pouring uncontrollably through my fingers.Gr
During our passionate relationship, Pierce Donovan disappeared from my life without a word. He was fifteen years older than me. Since he was my uncle, I should’ve treated him with more formality, but our relationship crossed the line three years ago.I still remembered that night—Pierce was drunk when he kissed me, finally admitting the love he’d kept buried for years. But the next morning, he left with nothing more than a simple goodbye, disappearing without a trace, and for three long years, I searched for him everywhere.Now, standing at the door of room 603, seeing Pierce again, the warmth in his eyes, once filled with love, was gone. What replaced it was nothing but cold indifference. If it weren’t for the small mole near the corner of his eye, I would’ve thought I had the wrong person."Florence, we’ve broken up. Don’t come bothering me again." His words were cold, piercing like a blade straight to my heart. I stood there frozen, staring at his face which appeared both familia
Following Tanya’s advice, I changed into the outfit she gave me, and after downing a few more drinks at her urging, I found myself once again standing at the door of room 603. Taking a deep breath, I braced myself before knocking.Pierce opened the door, surprised to see me. He hadn’t gone to bed yet, and his clothes were still neat.“What are you doing here?”Fueled by the alcohol, I didn’t say a word. Instead, I threw myself into his arms. He smelled incredible. As my jacket slipped off, I wrapped my arms around his neck, my exposed skin pressing against the cool fabric of his shirt. Pierce stumbled back a couple of steps, startled, trying to push me away, but in the end, he just closed the door behind us.“Why are you dressed like this?”I half-closed my eyes, tilting my head up to lock my gaze with his.There was a flicker of tension in his eyes, the stern look on his face softening slightly. He opened his mouth to say something, but I pressed a finger to his lips.Standing o
After a night of passion, I had no idea how I even fell asleep. When I woke up, my head was pounding. That alcohol from last night really packed a punch.Rubbing my temples, I sat up and exhaled deeply. Suddenly, a low, husky voice from behind startled me.“Awake?”I shuddered, feeling an overwhelming sense of anxiety, as though I’d been caught doing something wrong. Instinctively, I swallowed hard, pulling the blanket up to cover the intimate marks on my skin. I forced an awkward smile and glanced at him, my mouth opening and closing before I finally managed to say, “Pierce…”He was lying on his side, propped up on one elbow, his gaze intense and almost mischievous, as if he could see right through me. “That’s not what you called me last night.”My mind immediately flashed back to the madness of the night before, and my cheeks flushed with heat. Did we really…?He leaned down, burying his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply as if savoring my scent, the scent that only b
I stood by the window, watching as Pierce’s car slowly disappeared from view, a heavy weight settling on my chest, making it hard to breathe. His unusual behavior kept gnawing at me, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something serious had happened.By noon, I was standing outside Pierce’s office building, carrying a homemade lunch. My steps quickened as I replayed his strange behavior in my mind, my heart racing with anxiety.I stepped out of the elevator only to see Pierce’s assistant hurrying toward me. Thinking he might have forgotten me after all this time, I was about to introduce myself, but before I could speak, he grabbed my arm and pulled me into a corner.Before I could ask what was going on, the assistant raised a finger to his lips, signaling me to stay quiet and leave. Suddenly, the sound of glass shattering from Pierce’s office made my heart lurch, and I stumbled back a step, panic rising in my chest.Through the frosted glass, I could make out Pierce’s furious figu
I jumped, a gasp escaping my lips. "Why is there blood? Are you hurt?" Panic surged through me as I hurriedly checked his palms and the backs of his hands. Pierce pressed his lips together, pulling his hands away, his movements betraying a hint of unease. I stared at him in confusion, but he avoided my gaze. Then my eyes fell on his elbow, where blood was still dripping down his arm. He seemed completely unaware of the pain, even casually brushing his hand over his neck.My heart raced as I grabbed his arm, my breath catching when I saw the deep, jagged wound. I gasped sharply. Pierce, now visibly more relaxed, simply said, "The blood on the floor must’ve splattered when I got hurt."As I tended to the wound, his brows furrowed, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead, yet he still managed to reassure me. "Don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt."Tears welled up in my eyes, nearly spilling over. That afternoon, he didn’t go back to work and obediently came home with me to rest. He claimed