All Chapters of Hearts Unbroken: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“Yes, mother, we are done! I’ve moved out!” Ross replies.“Don’t tell me you moved in with that girl!” “No! She’s a respectable young lady, and if I wanted to stay with her, she would let me. But I want to honor her by living with her as her husband and her as my wife! So, I moved into the doctor's apartments at the hospital.”"I'm sorry, Ross! Don’t do this; don’t leave the only home you’ve ever known.”Ross continues to ignore his mother's pleas. Elise became angry!“No, I'm not sorry for interrupting this travesty of a relationship! I couldn't just sit back and let this happen. It's wrong! And she’s wrong for you! Listen to me, son! You are about to ruin your life by marrying someone of her caliber!” She said, shouting through the phone.“Are you rebelling against me because I sent you to live with your grandparents when you were a toddler? I had to do that, son. Mentally, I wasn’t strong enough to raise you.”“The question is, mother, was I a toddler? No, you left me because you

Ross Pov Continues:I got no answer, so I cautiously stepped through the front door and waited for a response. I got none. Something told me to leave. This could be dangerous. But my hunch told me to stay and check the place out. My flashlight revealed that the house was partially void of furnishings and looked pretty old. My doctor's intuition compelled me to search the house further, thinking the owners might be up in age and possibly very sick or immobilized due to their age.I thought to myself. No one leaves their door unlocked these days. I checked and opened the first door I saw on the first floor. It was a bathroom, and I entered a room resembling a library. I could hear some of the floorboards squeaking under my feet. I carefully went down the long hallway that led me to the dining room. I continued to use my cell phone flashlight throughout my search in the house. Nothing looked out of the ordinary except the house, which was ice cold, dark, and very old. I pushed open anoth

It was a little before dawn when Tippa’s eyes popped open! Her heart froze when, through clearly open eyes, she saw a man sleeping next to her bed! Tippa found the strength, out of sheer shock, to yell from a sore throat of inactivity. "Who are you? What are you doing in my house!?" She began to scream, though painful, at the top of her lungs! "Burglar! Intruder! Help me! Someone help me!" Tippa yells vigorously.Surely, Ross woke up to the hysterics of her screaming. He quickly hopped up from the chair where he had slept with his mask on his face, which he had practiced wearing every night since the beginning of the pandemic. Ross's heart was racing and filled with fear. He looked over at her with his mind in a hazy fog as he became fully awake, realizing she was no longer unconscious.Tippa's upper half of her body shot up in a sitting position instantly. Adrenaline flooded her very being as she was filled with fear. Unable to recall what had happened to her previous nights. Her c

Her heart raced even faster as his fingers returned to touching her hair. Admittedly, it felt good to have him be this close to her again. Of course, Tippa couldn't convey such words to him, but she secretly enjoyed it. Tippa felt relaxed, but she knew she shouldn't, considering their existing relationship—there was none. He was her doctor and nothing more. She had to remind her heart of that several times.Ross looks away and resumes back to brushing her hair. However, he wanted to have more conversation with Tippa. He rarely utters a word when in her presence after their last conversation. Now, he'd speak unless Tippa asked him a question; he didn't want it that way. But he knew she asked him to leave earlier, and he didn’t want to provoke those words out of her again. So he spoke only when necessary and did what she requested to keep her happy. But unknowingly, his eyes spoke with gentle tenderness and a persuasive aura of sweet kindness. They drew her toward him and compelled her

The next morning, Tippa stood in the bathroom, questioning herself about last night. Unlike the many dreams she has entertained, that was filled with enticingly great sexual intercourse. Is this beautiful man coming to her in the middle of the night to satisfy her cravings? Gratifying her with the feel of his warm hands and hard staff against her core. Last night was nothing like her crackling dreams filled with energy and passion.Last night, she had been so sure that it was a miracle that he was next to her in the flesh. She had been so in love, and maybe she is still in love. Tippa remembered the way he walked, the depth of his dark eyes, and his quiet ways. He never talked much, but when he did, it was meaningful, intriguing, and tempting. The sound of his voice was like music. She loved to hear him speak, hanging on to every word and being warmed by the sound of his voice. Tippa sighed.“Why is this happening to me now? Why didn’t he kiss me first? Is he still attracted to me? Doe