From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 486

Chapter 486

Chapter 276: I Hate It Here

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I already expected Roman to be irritable and fussy.

That part didn’t scare me. I’d prepared myself for it long before he even woke up. I’d prepared myself for it the same way you brace yourself before stepping into cold water–knowing the shock was coming, yet telling yourself you could handle it.

Roman Blackwood was not a man built for patience, for restraint, or for being told what he could and could not do. He gave orders. He dominated conversations. He bent people and systems to his will simply by existing in them.

He was used to commanding rooms, not being confined to one. Used

to people moving at his pace, not the other way around.

Now, suddenly, the world was telling him no.

No sudden movements.

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No stress.

No anger.

No control.

Roman Blackwood wasn’t built for any of that.

And the way his jaw tightened every time a doctor spoke told me

exactly how well that was going.

He grumbled the entire way from the medical wing to the bedroom, muttering curses under his breath like a storm cloud barely holding itself together. His irritation had started earlier–the exact moment the doctor suggested transporting him in a wheelchair.

The word ‘wheelchair‘ hadn’t even fully left the man’s mouth before

Roman lost his mind.

He’d snapped. No–he’d exploded. And it was ugly, loud and

unfiltered.

He’d lost his temper completely, his voice echoing down the halls as he tore into the doctor with a fury that made every nurse freeze in place. Reese and I had rushed in immediately, apologizing profusely, but the doctor had only sighed and waved us off.

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“Perfectly normal,” he’d said calmly. “Post–coma agitation. Mood

instability. Aggression.”

Normal.

Nothing about Roman Blackwood not having control felt normal to

1. me.

I knew he co

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when frustrated. I’d seen him tear into staff

ves shrink under his gaze. But this wasn’t

tience.

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wn, or he didn’t move at all

routright.

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so he walked. Slowly.

rough the long ha

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Despite waking from a coma. Despite the pain. Despite the weakness he clearly hated acknowledging–Roman knew exactly where he was going. His steps were measured, controlled, almost eerily familiar, as if his body remembered the path even when his mind had been

somewhere else entirely.

Finally, he stopped in front of a tall, ornate door and without looking

back at me, he twisted the handle and pushed it open. I stepped

inside first.

Roman stayed beh

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