Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 391

Chapter 391

As the sun set and the nurses finally deft us alone, she reached for my hand.

“Lucas has been here,” she said softly. It wasn’t a question.

I nodded, unable to speak.

“I heard everything you said by my bedside, mi amor. Everything. A small smile touched her lips. “About the company. About him coming here week after

week. About the baby.”

My throat tightened. “Mom-”

“As your mother, I don’t want to see you get hurt again.” Her voice was gentle but firm. “But I also heard the way you talked about him. The confusion. The

anger. The hope you’re afraid to acknowledge.”

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I turned my head away, tears spilling down my cheeks. “He’s doing all this of his own free will. I didn’t ask for any of it.”

“I know.”

“I don’t think there’s any possibility between us anymore, I whispered. “Too much has happened.”

My mother was quiet for a long moment. “Maybe. Or maybe this is where healing begins.” She squeezed my hand. “Only you can decide that, mija. But

whatever you choose, I’m here now.”

Lucas found out the next morning.

Blake called me around noon, his voice tight with barely suppressed laughter. “You need to get to his ward. Lucas just broke his leg.”

I blinked. “What?”

“He heard your mother woke up. Tried to sprint out the door, tripped over his own feet, and went down a flight of stairs. Snapped his fibula in three places.”

I pressed a hand to my mouth. “Is he okay?”

“He’s in a cast and high as hell on painkillers, demanding to see you. The nurses are threatening to sedate him.”

I found him in the orthopedic wing, his right leg encased in a cast, arguing with a nurse.

“I need to leave. Now,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Mr. Reynolds, you just had surgery-

*Sophia.”

He said my name like a prayer, and the nurse turned to look at me with obvious relief.

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Chapter 391

Ierose the room slowly: “What the hell did you do?”

Lucas tried to sit up and winced. I heard about your foother. I needed to see you.”

So you threw yourself down a staircase)

I tripped. Because I heard she woke up and 1- He broke off, his eyes searching my face desperately. I needed to see you. To make sure you were okay.

The nurse slipped out quietly.

I moved closer. He looked terrible-exhausted, in pain, his hair sticking up in every direction. But his eyes held the same desperate hope I’d been trying t

ignore for months.

“You’re an idiot,” I said softly.

“I know.”

“You could have just called.”

“Would you have answered?”

I didn’t have an answer for that.

He reached for my hand, his fingers trembling. ‘I’m sorry. For everything. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but-

“Lucas.” Tears pricked at my eyes. “You hurt me so badly. You took everything from me-my freedom, my choices, my baby-*

“I know.” His voice broke. “And I’ll spend the rest of my life making up for it, if you’ll let me. I’ll do whatever it takes, Sophia. Whatever you need.”

I looked down at our joined hands. His thumb was tracing small circles on my palm, the same gesture he used to make when we were first together.

“You broke your leg,” I said quietly.

A ghost of a smile crossed his face. “Apparently I’m not great at handling good news.”

I shook my head, but I couldn’t stop the smile tugging at my lips. “You really are an idiot.”

“Only for you.”

The words hung between us, heavy with meaning.

I thought about my mother’s words. About healing. About the possibility of something new rising from the ashes of what we’d destroyed.

I leaned down slowly, giving him plenty of time to pull away.

He didn’t.

Our lips met in a kiss that was soft and tentative and tasted like forgiveness-or maybe just the beginning of it.

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