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    Barely conscious, Yvonne instinctively swallowed.


    Relieved that it worked, he repeated the process, feeding her the medicine little by little until it was gone.


    Once finished, he eased her back down, tucked the nket around her, and stepped into the bathroom.


    He’d been on the move all day and desperately needed to clean up, but he rushed through the shower, unwilling to leave her unattended for long.


    Freshened up, Norton returned to sit at her bedside, keeping a quiet vigil. To guard against drifting off, he set an rm to wake him every two hours to check her temperature.


    The medicine took effect, and Yvonne slept through the night. By the time morning arrived, golden light spilled through the windows. She stirred awake, blinking up at the ornate crystal chandelier, disoriented by the unfamiliar sight.


    Her gaze swept the elegant room, unease creeping in. A storm of confusion, dread, and helplessness surged inside her, making her tremble.


    She shoved the nket aside, her usually vibrant eyes now wide and shimmering with fear. “What’s wrong?”


    Yvonne blinked in confusion, her breath quickening as a man’s voice broke the silence.


    Her head turned instinctively toward the sound. The moment her eyes found him—those familiar features drawn by exhaustion, dark circles framing the edges—her breath finally escaped, slow and shaken, as if she’d been holding it in all along. She finally rxed. It was him. Norton.


    Without a word, he rose and slipped from under the covers, tucking the nket around her with a practiced tenderness. Then he turned toward the door, already moving to prepare her medication.


    But before he could leave, her hand darted forward on reflex, her fingers catching the hem of his shirt.


    Norton paused. When he looked back, her expression froze him in ce—eyes wide with panic, defiance quietly etched beneath.


    His features softened. He turned, settled into the chair beside her, and wrapped his hand around her delicate, trembling one. He gave it a reassuring pat. “Don’t be afraid. Was it a nightmare?”


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    She didn’t answer, but her tense body eased under the weight of his presence. With him beside her, the world didn’t seem quite so off bnce.


    Thank goodness she woke up somewhere safe—with Norton!


    Still, everything felt surreal. Thest thing she remembered was falling asleep—and now she was here. In his bed.


    Wait… his bed?


    Her gaze snapped back to Norton, and the question surged past her lips before she could stop it. “Why—why are you here?”


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