The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 283

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Dr. Lawrence, Devon’s private physician, arrived an hour later. He confirmed what Devon had already determined–my injuries were minor,

a slight ankle sprain being the worst of it.

“She should stay off this foot for forty–eight hours,” Dr. Lawrence advised Devon, as if I weren’t sitting right there. “Rest is the best

medicine.”

Devon nodded, his expression serious.

As Dr. Lawrence packed his bag, he smiled at Devon. “Remember, she needs complete rest. No… vigorous activities.” His tone was half-

joking.

Devon raised an eyebrow. “And if I can’t help myself?”

I felt my face burn as Dr. Lawrence chuckled and shook his head. “Good night, Devon.”

After showing the doctor out, Devon returned, his expression suddenly formal again. “I have matters to attend to. The housekeeper will look after you. Stay here and rest.”

His fingers brushed my cheek so briefly I might have imagined it. Then he was gone, leaving me alone in the vast penthouse with my

confused thoughts for company.

Emily had brought me dinner on a tray and a set of silk pajamas that fit suspiciously well. I picked at the food, my appetite diminished by

the day’s events.

As night fell over the city, I found myself alone with my thoughts. I replayed Devon’s rescue in my mind–the precision of his movements, the cold fury in his eyes, the gentleness of his hands as he tended to my injuries. Such contradictions in one man.

I thought about how quickly he had come after me, despite his anger. Had he been watching over me all along? The thought sent an odd

flutter through my stomach.

Exhaustion eventually overcame me, and I sank into the plush bedding. My dreams were a chaotic mix–dark alleys, grasping hands, and Devon’s face, sometimes rescuing me, sometimes walking away.

I woke with a strangled gasp, the nightmare still clinging to me like a shadow. In my dream, I had been running, pursued by faceless men whose fingers brushed the back of my neck.

“Bad dream?”

I nearly jumped out of my skin. Devon was sitting in an armchair beside the bed, a stack of papers in his lap, his face half–illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the windows.

In my startled movement, I sat up too quickly, and my lips accidentally brushed against his jawline as he leaned forward in concern. We

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both froze. His skin was warm, the slight roughness of evening stubble against my mouth sending an electric current down my spine.

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Devon remained perfectly still, his eyes darkening as they fixed on mine. “The doctor said no ‘vigorous activity,” he finally said, his voice husky with something that wasn’t quite humor.

I pulled back, heat flooding my cheeks. “I was having a nightmare,” I explained lamely, my heart hammering against my ribs.

For a moment, his expression softened, vulnerability passing like a cloud shadow across his face. Then he stood, collecting his papers.

“Go back to sleep, Aria,” he said, his tone returning to its usual controlled cadence. “We’ll talk in the morning.”

He moved toward the door, his tall figure silhouetted against the hallway light. I watched him go, noticing the weariness in his shoulders,

wondering what exactly had brought him to my bedside in the middle of the night.

Morning arrived with sunlight streaming through windows I’d forgotten to cover and the realization that I was alone. I checked my phone to find a message from Emily informing me that Devon had left for an urgent business meeting and that breakfast was waiting whenever I

was ready.

As I scrolled through my notifications, a news alert from Manhattan Insider caught my eye. My heart skipped as I read the headline:

[EXCLUSIVE: Tech Mogul Devon Kane Spotted Leaving Mystery Woman’s Apartment–Secret Romance Revealed?]

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