Better Late, But Never His Again novel Chapter 123

Evelyn leaned against his chest, sobbing quietly.

Julian lifted his head, his gaze piercing through the open window into the pitch-black night sky, his expression growing resolute.

No matter where Hazel ran, he was determined to find her.

The next morning, Hazel was awakened by the throbbing pain in her leg.

She groggily furrowed her brows. The wound on her calf throbbed in waves, as if a sharp knife was twisting inside the flesh.

Stretching lightly, she sat up and glanced around, finally realizing she was in Marcus's home.

Sunlight filtered through the gap in the curtains, spilling across the floor like a fluffy carpet.

She picked up her phone to check the time. It was already past ten. Marcus had probably already left for work by now, right?

With that thought, she pushed the covers aside and slowly slid out of bed, leaning heavily against the wall as she took one agonizing step at a time.

The stairs were far more difficult to navigate than she imagined. Gripping the railing with one hand and using the wall for support with the other, she had to stop and catch her breath after every single step. For someone in her condition, it was pure torture.

Her leg was wrapped in thick bandages, and every time she bent her knee, the movement tugged at the wound, causing a cold sweat to break out on her forehead. When she finally made it downstairs, she looked up and instantly froze.

Marcus was sitting on the sofa, thoroughly engrossed in a newspaper.

He wore a dark gray loungewear set, a few stray locks of hair falling effortlessly across his forehead, giving him a softer aura than usual.

Hearing the noise from the stairs, he didn't even look up as his nonchalant voice drifted over.

Mrs. Woods, who was wiping her hands by the kitchen door, twitched her lips at his words. Didn't you specifically order me to go out early this morning to buy it?

Mr. Thornton never had a habit of eating breakfast, yet he had made her go out first thing in the morning just to get food. This only cemented Mrs. Woods's suspicion that her boss's feelings for this woman were far from simple.

Mrs. Woods smiled, choosing not to expose him. She walked over and set out a plate. "Miss, you should try this. These pastries are amazing; I stood in line for two hours to get them."

Marcus, sitting on the sofa, glanced over just in time to see Hazel take a bite of the pastry, a look of absolute satisfaction washing over her face as her eyes seemed to sparkle.

The corners of his mouth curved up slightly, a soft chuckle escaping his nose. He lowered his head back to the newspaper, his thin lips slowly parting to utter a single phrase.

"Easily pleased."