Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 88

Chapter 88

He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, his gray gaze intense and burning.

“I haven’t touched you in days. Haven’t felt you. And I’ve been going fucking crazy.”

My breath caught. His hand moved to my face, thumb brushing my lower lip.

“I missed you,” he said quietly, and there was something raw in his voice. Something that sounded almost… real.

Don’t believe him. Don’t let him do this to you again.

But my traitorous body was already responding. Already heating up, melting into him despite everything my brain was screaming.

“You’re such an asshole,” I whispered, my hands still pressed against his chest-though whether to push him away or pull him closer, I couldn’t tell anymore.

“I know.” His mouth curved against my skin. “But I’m your asshole.”

Then his hand was sliding up my thigh, pushing the hospital gown higher. His fingers found the edge of my panties-

I grabbed his wrist, stopping him. “Julian, I just almost drowned. I’m in a hospital bed. This is-”

“I know.” His forehead pressed against mine, his breathing ragged. “That’s why I’m only going to touch you. Just a little. Just enough to remember you’re real. That you’re here. That I didn’t lose you.”

The vulnerability in his voice made my chest ache.

“You’re hurt,” he continued softly, his hand moving to cup my face instead. “I’m not going to do anything that might hurt you more. I just…” He paused, searching for words. “I just need to feel you. Need to know you’re okay.”

His thumb traced my jaw, his eyes scanning my face like he was memorizing every detail. Then something shifted in his expression.

“Wait. His brow furrowed. “The other night. In the car. You said you weren’t feeling well. That’s why we didn’t-

He stopped abruptly. Understanding dawned across his features.

“The baby,” he said quietly. “You were already feeling the symptoms then, weren’t you?”

I bit my lip, not meeting his eyes.

“Fuck.” He let out a harsh breath. “You were dealing with morning sickness, probably exhausted, and I just…” His jaw clenched. “I’m such a fucking idiot.”

“Yeah,” I said flatly. “You are.”

His hands moved to my hips, but gentler now. More careful. “I’m sorry. For that night. For pushing you when you weren’t feeling well.’

The apology sounded foreign coming from his mouth. Julian Sterling didn’t apologize. Not to me. Not about anything.

*Julian- I started, but he was already shifting, his mouth finding my collarbone, kissing a path down my throat.

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Chapter 88

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Let me make it up to you, he murmured against my skin. Let inte take care of you properly this time.”

His hands slid op my sides, pushing the hospital gown higher. When his fingers brushed the underside of my breast, I jerked slightly.

‘Sensitive? His voice was rough with desire.

“They re…” I trailed off, embarrassed. “They’ve been more sensitive lately.”

Because of the pregnancy. Because your child is making my body change

Understanding flickered in his eyes. “I’ll be gentle.”

But even as he said it, even as his touch remained careful and his kisses stayed soft, I felt the familiar doubt sreeping back in.

This is just physical. Just his body wanting mine. Nothing’s really changed.

I pushed at his shoulders again, more firmly this time. “Stop.”

He froze immediately, his eyes snapping to mine. “Elena-”

“I need you to promise me something. My voice shook. “Before this goes any further. Before I let myself believe you’ve changed

“Anything.” The word came out immediate. Desperate.

“Promise me you’ll try to trust me.” I cupped his face, forcing him to meet my eyes. “Not just about the baby. About everything. Stop assuming the worst. Stop believing her over me. Just… try.”

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Please Come Back, My Love

hapter 89

Elena: POV

‘Promise me you’ll try to trust me,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Not just about the baby. About everything. Stop assuming the worst. Stop believing her over me. Just… try.”

Julian stared at me for a long moment, his gray eyes searching mine like he was looking for something he couldn’t name.

Then, slowly, he nodded.

“I promise,” he said quietly. I’ll try, Elena. I swear I’ll try.”

Julian reached up, his hand gentle as he touched my forehead. His fingers were warm, almost tender, as they brushed against my skin.

‘I’ll work on it,” he murmured. “I’ll change. For you. For our baby.”

Our baby. The words still sounded foreign coming from his mouth.

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