Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87

Elena: POV

I stared at Julian kneeling beside the hospital bed, his gray eyes raw with something I’d never seen before. Desperation. Maybe even fear.

“Can we try? Please. Let me take care of you. Both of you. Give me a chance to do this right

The words hung in the sterile air between us, and I felt something inside me crack-not breaking, but shifting. Like ice beginning to thaw.

Should I give him a chance?

My hand moved instinctively to my stomach, pressing against the slight curve hidden beneath the thin hospital gown. Twelve weeks. Almost three months of carrying this secret, of being terrified he’d find out and force me to-

The baby deserves a father, I thought, my chest tightening. A real father who’s there, not just someone I run from. Kids who grow up with both parents are

healthier, happier. Right?

I looked at Julian’s face-the tension in his jaw, the way his hands gripped the bed rail like he was holding onto something precious. For once, he looked…

lost. Uncertain.

Like he actually cares.

“…” My voice came out hoarse. “I don’t know, Julian.”

“What don’t you know?” He moved closer, careful not to crowd me. “Tell me. Whatever you need-whatever it takes-I’ll do it.”

Will you?

The question tasted bitter on my tongue.

*Can you break it off with Victoria?” The words tumbled out before I could stop them. “Can you actually, finally, cut ties with her? No more flying to Paris, No more emergency calls. No more choosing her over me?”

His jaw clenched, but he nodded. “Yes.”

And can you…” I swallowed hard, forcing myself to continue. “Can you treat me like an actual person? Not a possession. Not something you order around. Not a-a body you use when you’re bored.”

His eyes darkened at that, something flickering in their depths.

‘I need you to talk to me,” I continued, my voice shaking now. “Like I’m your equal. Your partner. Not your fucking assistant you can just command around

whenever you feel like it.”

Silence stretched between us. Julian’s hand moved to cover mine on the bed, his fingers threading through mine with surprising gentleness.

Then he smiled.

Not the cold, mocking smile I was used to. Something darker. More knowing

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Chapter 87

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Tabel, he said, his voice dropping to that rough, intimate register that always made my pulse spike, “I remember you being pretty into the whole forced

thing

Heat flooded my face. “What?”

“You know exactly what I mean. His thumb traced circles on my palm, the touch deliberate. “When I pin your wrists down. When I tell you exactly what to do. When I make you beg. His smile widened slightly You love it.”

“Julian!” I tried to pull my hand away, mortified. “I’m being serious

“So am I.” Before I could react, he moved-graceful and predatory-sliding onto the bed beside me. His hands found my waist, lifting me effortlessly until I

was sitting in his lap.

“Julian, what are you- My protest cut off as I felt the hard length of him pressing against me through his damp pants.

Shit. He’s already hard.

His hands settled on my hips, holding me firmly in place. One hand slid up my spine, fingers finding the ties of my hospital gown.

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