Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother (Norah and Lucien) novel Chapter 179

Chapter 179

Norah’s POV

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I lay on the cold treatment table, my right hand secured to a precision instrument. Dozens of micro–current needles pierced the old scar, trying to jump–start dead nerves.

“You might feel a slight prickling sensation. Try to relax, Miss Hawthorne,” said the therapist–a handsome guy with gold–rimmed glasses and a soft voice.

Slight?

When the first jolt hit, it wasn’t prickling. It felt like red–hot wires twisting through the bones of my hand.

A sharp gasp escaped me. Sweat beaded on my forehead.

“Breathe, Norah. Look at me. Breathe.” Lucien’s voice was beside me. He was crouched by the table, gripping my left hand. Watching me hurt churned agony in his eyes.

“Increase the intensity,” I ground out.

“No!” Lucien cut in. “She can’t take more.”

The therapist pushed up his glasses. “For optimal results-”

“Show me the treatment plan,” Lucien demanded, his face dark. The assistant handed it over. Lucien scanned it. “I’ll handle the follow–up massage and stretching. You can leave.”

The therapist stared. “Mr. Constantine, this requires professional technique. If done incorrectly—”

“Out.”

They left, defeated.

“Are you insane?” I asked.

“I’m not letting another man touch you.” He cradled my right hand, his fingers warm and rough but unexpectedly gentle. He stretched each finger slowly, then kneaded the back of my hand with firm, careful pressure. “Hurt?”

“No.”

With him, it really didn’t.

After the session, I was wiped out.

“Does your hand still hurt?” he asked, tense.

“Just tired.”

“Then sleep.” He pulled me onto the bed, and I was out in seconds.

That afternoon, I was working on the stiff muscles of Lucien’s back when Irina walked in.

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“Tsk, tsk. Living the good life, are we? Having our queen personally attend to you?” she teased, leaning in the doorway.

I pinched Lucien’s side. He grunted.

“My woman takes care of me,” he said smugly, face still buried.

Irina laughed. “How are you holding up, Norah? You look as pale as he does.”

“I’ll live.”

“Good. Then some news. Thanks to that bloody show you two put on, orders are flooding in. Nightingale’s funding crisis is over.” She paused, a wicked grin forming. “The bad news is, your suitors are circling. The Milan oil tycoon chartered a flight. The recluse painter from Berlin wants you as his muse. The young British duke sent another trunk of jewelry.” She looked pointedly at Lucien. “Your line of admirers could stretch from Paris to Milan.”

Lucien’s face darkened instantly.

Irina winked and left.

The second the door closed, Lucien rolled over and wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his face against me. “Don’t leave me,” he mumbled, voice thick. “They all want to take you away.”

Was he… pouting?

A few days later, the doctor cleared Lucien for discharge. The moment he stepped out, he staggered against the wall with a soft groan.

“My back… it split open. It hurts…” He leaned heavily on me, voice weak.

I just looked at him. Really?The man who had me pinned and breathless last night couldn’t walk now?

But I still gave in. Stone–faced, I grabbed his tie and dragged my “weak” man to the car.

Back at the apartment, he turned shameless.

“Norah, I’m thirsty.”

“Norah, my back itches.”

“Norah, I can’t lift my arm.”

He had me running circles. I was annoyed, but helpless.

That night, I helped him wash up. He was shirtless on the bed, scars scabbed over. As my fingers traced them, he suddenly flipped me onto my back.

“Norah.”

“You-”

“I can’t wait anymore. I need you. Now.” He kissed me, deep and hungry, until I was soft against him. Then

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he grabbed my hand and guided it down, pressing my palm against the hard, aching heat of him.

I jerked, but he held my hand firmly in place.

“Bastard,” I breathed.

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His hot breath fanned my ear, voice rough. “It’s been waiting for you for three years, Norah.” He kissed my neck. “As a reward for saving the damsel in distress… give it a little relief?”

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