Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 177

Chapter 177

Norah’s Pov

The door swung open without a knock.

Light cut across the floor. I woke tangled in Lucien’s arms, my cheek against his hospital gown. His heartbeat was a steady drum under my ear.

I scrambled upright, my face hot.

The doctor and two nurses stood frozen in the doorway. Their professional masks slipped for a second. Then the lead doctor cleared his throat and stepped forward.

He checked Lucien’s vitals, glanced at the monitors, nodded. “Stable. But his body’s been through a war. He needs rest–absoluterest.” His eyes cut sharply between Lucien and me. “No strenuous activity. None.”

Lucien’s voice was a rough scrape. “Understood.”

But when I tried to slip away from the bed, his hand clamped around my wrist.

“Doctor,” he said, dead serious. The medical team turned back. “She’s not a visitor. She’s my medicine. I can’t recover without her.”

The nurses exchanged looks. Smirks tugged at their mouths before they filed out.

I glared down at him, yanking my wrist free. “You’re impossible.”

He just grinned.

A nurse brought his morning pills in a small cup. He eyed the colorful array, frowned, and turned his head away, “Bitter. Not taking them.”

“Take them. Now,” I ordered, holding out the water glass.

“No.”

“Open your mouth.”

He looked back at me, a challenge in his eyes. “Only if you feed them to me. With your mouth.”

This man.Even half–dead, he was trouble.

But that stubborn, pitiful set to his mouth got me. I sighed, put the pills on my own tongue, took a sip of water, and leaned over him. Our lips met. I passed the medicine into his mouth.

He swallowed–then cupped the back of my head and deepened the kiss, holding me there until I was breathless and dizzy.

“Now they’re sweet,” he whispered against my lips, eyes gleaming.

Jerk.

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Chapter 177

Finished

Later, the doctor returned to change the bandages on my right hand. The room went quiet as he unwound the gauze. When the last layer came off, revealing the ugly crosshatch of silvery old scars and the angry red new slash, Lucien went completely still.

“Will it… will it ever heal properly?” he asked, his voice low.

“The new injury is clean. But the old damage…” The doctor prodded the wound, making me flinch. “The nerve and bone damage from the initial penetration is permanent. Full function… will be difficult.” He paused, seeing Lucien’s face darken. “But there’s a new nerve regeneration therapy. Experimental, but promising. If we can get her into the trial…”

“Get her in,” Lucien said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Whatever it costs.”

After they left, he didn’t speak. He just held my newly bandaged hand in both of his, his thumb stroking the white gauze.

His assistant arrived that afternoon. “Sir, the legal team is moving on the kidnapping case.”

Lucien’s mild expression vanished. “I don’t just want them prosecuted. Dig deeper. I want every connection, every silent partner. I want them buried.”

The man nodded and left.

Katarina walked in as he left. “Look who’s awake.” She tossed a thin file onto the bed. “The kidnappers were paid from a Swiss account. A shell company. The trail leads back to the Veyrons.”

“Norah, I’ll handle this,” Lucien said, squeezing my good hand.

I nodded. “Katarina, have your brother track that account. I don’t want a family name. I want the person behind the transfer.”

“On it, queen.” She winked and swayed out.

That evening, the doctor mentioned Lucien’s muscles were stiff from bed rest. “We can send a nurse for therapeutic massage-‘

“I’ll do it,” I cut in.

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When we were alone, I started with his calves. The muscles were hard as stone. I worked my hands over them, up to his thighs. His body shifted under my touch.

When my fingers brushed high on his inner thigh, he grabbed my wrist and held it there against the solid muscle. His eyes were open, watching me.

Even hurt, he’s a damn rogue.

I pulled my hand free, my face hot, and found the razor, I lathered his jaw and carefully shaved away the dark stubble. He stayed perfectly still, eyes closed, throat working as I wiped his face clean.

Exhausted, I fell asleep in the chair beside his bed.

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