I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 469

Finn lifted his head, his gaze piercing through the glaring hallway lights to lock onto the approaching figure.

Sienna wore a light, thin jacket, her hair slightly tousled from the rush.

She power-walked down the hall, her eyes zeroing in on his pale, exhausted face.

Finn shot up from the bench immediately.

His entire demeanor shifted in an instant.

He closed the distance between them with long, desperate strides.

Throwing his long arms out, he hauled her flush against his chest and locked her in a bone-crushing embrace.

The second she collided with him, Sienna could feel the faint, irrepressible tremors wracking his body.

To everyone watching, the display was jarring.

It was almost unbelievable.

Lance stood there dumbfounded, staring at Finn's broad back. Just seconds ago, the man had looked like a hollow, walking corpse.

Now, he was practically sprinting.

He looked like a drowning man who had just been dragged ashore and handed a second chance at life.

Maeve remained anchored to the bench, her stoic gaze fixed on their clinging forms without a trace of emotion.

Terrence politely averted his eyes, pretending not to look, though the shock registered clearly in his chest.

Sienna hugged him back tightly, her hand smoothing gentle, rhythmic circles over his spine.

She had sneaked a look at the live stream during her downtime at the office.

When Maeve dropped the bombshell, Sienna's own hands had started shaking.

Her first terrifying thought was how Finn was handling it on stage.

On camera, he had looked composed, his face a perfect, unreadable mask.

But she knew the truth. Underneath it all, a catastrophic tsunami was ripping him apart.

Before she could even process the news, Isaac Holloway had called her.

He told her Grant had been admitted to the hospital.

She had hung up and rushed straight over.

The moment she stepped onto the floor.

Her eyes had found Finn instantly.

He had been hunched over on the bench, elbows resting heavily on his knees.

He looked so thoroughly shattered and drained that her heart physically ached for him.

He was such a good man, and he had done absolutely nothing wrong.

So why was he constantly forced to endure this agonizing, relentless pressure?

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