The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 499

Chapter 245-1

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Brothers move past our table in tight, purposeful orbits. They’re checking harnesses,

securing radio clips, and adjusting heavy ceramic plates beneath their cuts.

A sharp breeze cuts through the main hall as the side doors swing open. Willow steps inside,

shaking out her wet umbrella before propping it against the wall. She sheds her damp

cardigan, revealing the deep purple tunic beneath, and walks back to our table.

“I finished setting up the beds over in the garage,” she says, sliding onto the bench beside

1. me. Her voice is calm, though her eyes carry a shadowed tightness. “If anyone comes back

with a minor injury, or needing rest, the space is ready.”

“And you’ll stay here and treat the guys? If it’s nothing major, I mean.”

“I don’t know if they’d be open to less… erm… less conventional treatment, but if so? Then

yes. I’d help.”

“You’re awesome, Willow.”

“Oh, well. I try.”

At the mention of ‘conventional‘ medicine, I look across the room. Near the stainless–steel

rolling carts stationed outside the armory, Stitch is methodically packing black nylon trauma

kits.

His long hair is pulled back tight, his gloved hands moving with precise, practiced speed. He

checks sealed packs of quick–clot gauze, arterial tourniquets, and vacuum–packed units of

whole blood, sliding them into reinforced side pockets.

He hasn’t spoken a word to Willow since she arrived. He hasn’t even looked her way.

Yet every time she moves, every time her voice cuts through the ambient noise of the room,

Stitch’s shoulders grow impossibly rigid. His dark eyes dart toward her for a fraction of a

second–brimming with unsaid words – before snapping back to his medical gear with icy,

since their sharp fallout over me a couple of weeks ago, they’ve moved like opposing

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