The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 515

The room plunged back into absolute silence.

Outside the window, the torrential downpour had gradually mellowed into a steady, quiet drizzle.

Gideon lay in the center of the vast, soft mattress, his eyes tightly shut.

Even under the dual effects of a severe fever and heavy sedatives, that large, well-defined hand remained firmly closed, locked around Nora's wrist.

Nora sat down on the edge of the bed.

She reached out with her free hand, struggling slightly as she tried to pry open his burning fingers to free herself.

But the moment she exerted any force, the sleeping man violently tightened his grip.

Nora looked at his bloodless, cracked lips, and her movements involuntarily came to a halt.

She didn't try to force her way out again.

Leaning back against the chair, her gaze settled on their entwined hands.

The man's palm was broad and scorching hot, layered with fine calluses and intersecting scars, both old and new.

During those long, sprawling years of the past, she had hoped countless times just to sit quietly by his side like this.

Back then in The Metropolis, whenever Gideon returned late from business dinners, she would leave a dim floor lamp on in the living room and wait by the sofa all night.

She would carefully brew hangover remedies for him, warm towels to wipe the sweat from his temples, and even stay awake for nights on end when his stomach pains flared up, just so she could hand him a perfectly warm glass of water the moment he opened his eyes.

But back then, he would shove the water away in his drunken haze and coldly scold her for being meddlesome.

When he was sober, his eyes held nothing but distance and guardedness. He was too stingy to offer her even half a warm look.

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