All Chapters of Love me, baby: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

MORGANA FOSTERI'm home, but I couldn't sleep, despite being tired. Every time I closed my eyes, I ended up thinking about Ryan and the hot kiss we exchanged yesterday. Why did I have to love him? Why did I have to feel this way?Damn it. I can't give in to desires and let this feeling grow again. I sighed, throwing the pillow over my face to muffle a scream. Bethany had gone to the hospital, but before that, she came here and checked all my bandages, my medicines. I want to repay her, and I know she won't accept, but she deserves it for taking such good care of me.I stretched, looking at the clock on my cell phone; it was already 9:00 AM, Ryan must have already left for work so I could go get my coffee. I slid out of bed carefully, feeling the tense muscles from the poorly slept night. I looked over to the side of the bed and the crutches were there. I grabbed them with a resigned sigh, swinging myself on them as I made my way to the window; the garden outside the room was truly lush

ELLIOT SHARONEven after all these days away from Morgana, it feels like not a single day has passed. Since that distressing moment in the hospital, when she was on the verge of anaphylactic shock, I had to stay calm to operate and find out the cause of the allergic reaction during surgery. There wasn't a more tense moment in my career. As I held the scalpel, my hands trembled not just from the surgical challenge before me, but also from the overwhelming concern for her. Every precise movement I made in that operating room was driven by the desire to have her well and safe by my side again.As much as I tried to maintain a professional distance, it was impossible to ignore the connection growing between us each day. However, even in the face of this growing love, there was a shadow looming over us: her contractual marriage to the man she loved. Morgana deciding to get a divorce didn't eliminate all the barriers that separated us. There were unresolved issues, past hurts that still need

MORGANA FOSTERThe morning sun was shining brightly through the open window. I barely slept at all the night before. All I wanted was to get this feeling out of me, for Ryan to just sign the divorce papers. A simple piece of paper to end all this so I could move on. Ryan’s indecision ate away at my soul, and he knew the power he still had over me. He knew I wouldn’t leave if he didn’t sign the papers. I just didn’t want to be the same love-struck fool anymore. That’s all I wanted. Winnie came into the room, humming and wishing me good morning.“Good morning, Winnie!” I said with my best smile. “Has Bethany already left for work?”“Miss Bethany left early today. Are you coming down for breakfast now?”“Soon!” I replied, stretching. “Has Ryan left?”“Oh! Mr. Burke left early. He said not to expect him back today.”“I see,” I replied, feeling a bit more cheerful at her response. “Is James around? I need to go out this afternoon.”“I’ll make sure he’s available for you. I’ll prepare your b

RYAN BURKEI stepped out of the elevator when it stopped on the top floor, where my office was. Juliana, my secretary, greeted me with a shy 'good morning,' like all the women in this building, she didn't know how to act around me. I chuckled at her reaction, making a small gesture to take the meeting reports from her. "Mr. Burke, there's a guy named Diego Sanders waiting for you in your office."I nodded and entered the room. Diego was a childhood friend, it had been years since the family sent him to Japan to take care of business, and our contact had been scarce. I entered the room, which was large enough to have a small sitting area, and saw him sitting on the couch reading a magazine."Ryan!" he exclaimed loudly, his eyes shining with enthusiasm as he spotted me, getting up to give me a hug , "Long time no see!""Oh my God, you son of a gun! Long time!" I replied equally excitedly, leading him back to the couch , "Is there a reason for your visit? Don't get me wrong, my friend, I'

MORGANA FOSTERI would do anything not to be in love with Ryan. All I've had from him during this time were scars and hurts; he never respected our nominal relationship like I did, he never loved me.Why did he insist on not giving me the divorce? I couldn't stay there anymore. It stirred the wounds in my chest like a scalpel cuts the skin for surgery.The bedroom door opened again, and his silhouette gently landed in front. His eyes were narrowed and staring at me in the chair with coldness; he approached, closing the door behind him.I lifted my eyes to meet his perfectly sculpted face framed in perfectly arranged side hair, swallowing some saliva that had accumulated."What do you want?" I asked, trying to appear as angry as possible.An uncomfortable silence hung in the air for a while. I could feel his accelerated breath and see his chest moving in the tight black shirt.He looked at me and shrugged."Don't be so hostile," he said softly, moving closer, "Could you not trample on m