Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 667

Chapter 667: Recovery

Lennox’s POV

​A knock came softly on my door. Sucking in a deep breath, I asked the person in. The door pushed open and Aurora stepped in. A big, bright smile spread across her face as she closed the door behind her and moved cautiously toward me.

​"I came to check up on you, Lennox," she said softly, her eyes scanning me then the monitor. "How are you doing?" she asked, genuinely worried.

​"I’m fine. Come sit." I tapped the space beside me.

​Aurora moved toward the bed, her expression a mix of relief and lingering sadness. She sat where I indicated, though she kept a respectful distance.

​"I’m sorry I haven’t come to see you these past weeks, Lennox," she said softly, her fingers tracing a pattern on the edge of the blanket. "I knew you didn’t want guests. I knew you didn’t want anyone to see you like... well, like that. I wanted to respect your privacy."

​"I understand, Aurora," I replied, my voice gaining more grit. "I wasn’t exactly in the mood for company. I appreciate you staying away for my sake."

​Just then, the door pushed open again. Olivia walked in, carrying a tray of fresh fruit. The moment her eyes landed on Aurora sitting on the edge of my bed, her footsteps faltered. Her brow furrowed into a deep frown, her scent spiking with a sharp, protective edge that I could taste in the air.

​Aurora didn’t flinch. She stood up slowly, her gaze steady as she looked at Olivia, then back at me. "I’m heading back home tomorrow, Lennox," she said, ignoring the tension radiating from Olivia.

​I looked up at her, feeling a pang of guilt for the state I’d been in. "I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you lately, Aurora. When you needed me most, I was useless."

​She shook her head, a small, sad smile touching her lips. "Don’t apologize. You’ve done more than enough for me over the years. Just focus on getting your strength back."

​She turned, giving Olivia a polite, brief nod of acknowledgement, and walked toward the door. Olivia stood frozen for a second before stepping aside to let her pass. Once the door clicked shut, the silence in the room became heavy.

​Olivia walked over and set the tray of fruit down on the bedside table with a bit more force than necessary. She didn’t look at me, her movements stiff as she arranged the napkins.

​"Is there something wrong with the grapes?" I teased, my voice low and amused.

​She finally looked at me, but her eyes were stormy, her lips pressed into a thin line. She wasn’t happy. Not one bit.

​"Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, Olivia," I said, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth.

​She rolled her eyes so hard I thought she might see the back of her skull. "I’m not jealous. I just think it’s interesting who shows up the minute you’re able to sit up."

​I reached out, snagging her wrist and pulling her closer until she was forced to look at me. "Stop it. Aurora is like a sister to me. She always has been, and she always will be. There is nothing there but history and respect."

​I tugged her closer until she was standing between my knees. "I love you."

​Olivia stared at me for a beat, her nostrils flaring as she caught the scent of her own arousal mixing with that lingering spike of possessiveness. She didn’t stay standing for long. She hiked up the hem of her gown, tossed the tray of fruit further onto the table, and climbed onto the bed. She straddled my lap, her knees digging into the mattress on either side of my hips.

​The weight of her, the heat of her pussy pressing against my thighs through the thin fabric, made my blood roar. My hands flew to her waist, my fingers digging into the soft flesh there.

​"Lennox," she breathed, her hands resting on my shoulders. "The doctor said you need rest. He said your body is still recovering."

​"This is my rest," I rasped, my eyes fixed on her mouth. "Seeing you, touching you... this is the only thing that actually makes me feel like I’m back."

​I didn’t give her a chance to argue. I reached up, cupping the back of her head, and pulled her down into a kiss that was anything but restful. It was a claim. I tasted her hunger, her relief, and that stubborn streak of jealousy that I secretly loved. My tongue pushed into her mouth, tangling with hers as I groaned deep in my throat.

​I moved my hands from her waist, sliding them down to the hem of her gown. I pushed the silk aside, baring her smooth, pale thighs. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The sight of her—glistening and ready for me—snapped the last thread of my control.

​"Fuck," I hissed against her lips.

​"Lennox, wait—" she gasped, but her eyes were already glazing over. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

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