The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 390

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Chapter 390

Aria’s POV

The black Aston Martin roared away from the Kane estate, gravel crunching beneath the tires as Devon accelerated down the winding

driveway.

Inside the car, silence pressed down like a physical weight.

I stole a glance at Devon. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles had gone white. His breathing came in sharp, ragged bursts, chest heaving beneath the tailored shirt that now bore traces of dust and tension. Yet his face held an eerie calm–the hollow stillness that follows a violent storm.

I wanted to say something, anything, but words felt inadequate. My mind kept replaying the scene–Devon’s voice when he spoke of Connor setting the fire, of Evelyn losing her ability to walk, of the family’s cold indifference.

I finally understood the source of that profound loneliness in his eyes.

It wasn’t the detachment of a privileged son born into wealth. It was the defense mechanism of someone betrayed by those who should

have protected him most.

“Devon…” I ventured softly.

“Don’t.” His voice came out raw, barely controlled. “Please. Not now.”

I bit my lip and nodded. Slowly, I reached out, hesitantly placing my hand over his where it rested on the gear shift.

Devon’s body went rigid for a moment. But he didn’t pull away. After several seconds, he turned his palm upward, threading his fingers. through mine and gripping tight.

The car merged onto the highway, autumn scenery blurring past the windows, Late afternoon sunlight streamed through the glass,

warming our joined hands with surprising gentleness.

I studied his profile–the taut line of his jaw, the compressed set of his lips, the harely perceptible tremor of his eyelashes. My heart clenched as if someone had wrapped a fist around it.

He’d been carrying this alone all this time. From his teens until now. Facing the family’s indifference alone. Hearing the guilt over Evelyn

alone. Fighting his battles in the business world alone…….

And I, until today, had only glimpsed the surface of the wounds beneaths his armBOL.

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Devon… I approached slowly.

Aria. He spoke suddenly, still facing away, his voice trembling noticeably “Are you afraid of me?”

Devon turned gradually. His eyes had grown redder, gray irises swimming with unshed teary he refund to let fall

“Today…” His voice roughened. I held a gun on my own father I threatened the family butler I said these those things. He inhaled sharply. “Do you think I’m terrifying? Do you regret coming with me

My heart twisted painfully.

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