The Forbidden Throb (Emma and Daniel) novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142

Daniel’s POV:

The café door yielded to my push, cold air and snow rushing in with me.

My breath came faster than it should have, considering the short drive from the hospital.

Hermann’s call still echoed in my mind-*She knows everything, Daniel. *

Then his voice had softened, taking on that professorial tone I’d heard him use with struggling students. You can’t just keep doing things for people and expect them to guess what’s in your heart. Sometimes you actually have to open your mouth and say it.

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I found Emma immediately-red-rimmed eyes, tear-stained cheeks, hands trembling around a paper cup. Exactly as Hermann had described, but seeing her like this was different. Worse.

Every instinct screamed to go to her, to pull her close, to fix whatever had broken. But my feet stopped a stride away.

What if she didn’t want to be touched? What if knowing the truth had changed everything between us?

“Daniel.”

Her voice fractured what remained of my control. I closed the distance. “I’m here.

Emma stood and crashed into me, her arms wrapping tight around my waist, her face pressed against my chest. For one stunned second, I

couldn’t move.

Then my arms came around her, one hand cradling the back of her head, the other pressed between her shoulder blades as if she might

disappear if I loosened my grip.

Around us, conversations paused. I felt eyes turning our way. I didn’t care.

Emma’s shoulders shook against me, her tears soaking through my shirt. Each sob tore at something deep in my chest, unraveling years of

carefully maintained composure.

I held her tighter, one hand sliding up to cup the back of her head, fingers threading gently through her hair.

*Shh,” I murmured against her hair. “Don’t cry anymore. If you keep crying, it’s going to break my heart.”

But she didn’t stop. If anything, she cried harder, her hands fisting in my coat as though she was afraid I’d disappear. The rawness of it–her complete lack of restraint, the way she let herself fall apart in my arms-made my throat close.

Her voice emerged muffled and broken against my chest.

“Then what about you?” The words came out thick with tears. “Daniel… who gets to worry about you?”

The question hit like a physical blow. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think past the ache spreading through my chest.

Chapter 147

my shit, mut my vision burad

ant? Ammeg oara cracked by Clunya was awal bereth the tart now.

grilled burk por atough to look up at me for eyes blazing man as they overflowed. “Who worries when you do

Her voice brake completaly.

The questiune argued me hare I opened my muth, but no answer came.

You show up

some kind of guardian angel every time I need help,” she continued, her hands still fisted in my coat. That might

* At the vity gala when I found Micholes, Over and over, you just appear, and then you vanish.”

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