She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 983

Her eyelashes flutter. Opening her eyes, she meets his flushed, expectant gaze.

She forces a small smile and murmurs, "Yeah."

Swain lets out a relieved breath, burying his face in her neck as his breathing gradually evens out.

Staring at the ceiling, Helena feels nothing but total emptiness. Accustomed to the wild, unbridled intensity of her encounters with Morris, this gentle, careful intimacy barely registers a blip on her radar. But she can't shatter the illusion.

After a while, she gets up to shower, then dresses to leave.

Still in bed, Swain looks surprised. "I thought you were staying the night." He gestures helplessly.

Walking over, she leans down to kiss him. "I've got some atelier emails to sort out on top of my composing. I need to get home and clear my inbox."

"Alright," he concedes.

When she gets home, she doesn't open a single email. She tosses her bag onto the couch, collapses into the cushions, and stares blankly into space.

A long time passes before she finally drags herself into the bathroom. Standing under the freezing spray of the shower, her frayed nerves finally begin to unwind.

The next day.

She arrives at Morris's hospital room as usual. The nurse is changing his dressing, softly reminding him not to exert force on his fingers and tear the stitches again.

"How did the wound open up?" she asks, surprised.

He pulls his hand back, shooting her a cool look. "It's nothing."

The nurse tactfully excuses herself.

Helena doesn't press. Dropping her bag, she grabs a rehabilitation ball and places it in his uninjured hand. "Well, you can still exercise this one."

As she leans over, a fresh hickey on her neck is exposed.

His dark eyes lock onto the glaring mark instantly. His gaze darkens. "Good date last night?"

She pauses, straightening up and taking a seat on the sofa. "Yeah. You have a few tests coming up soon. I'll go with you."

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