The Yakuza’s Mute Bride novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63

Chapter 63

61

I woke the next morning feeling stronger, steadier, more myself. The painkillers helped, but it was more than that.

Tadashi stayed with me the entire night, resting beside me with one arm draped protectively over my waist, his breath warm and steady against my shoulder.

Every time I shifted, he woke instantly.

Every time I winced, his hold tightened.

Every time my breath caught, he whispered my name as if it were the only word he trusted his heart to speak.

By the time sunlight filtered gently through the curtains, I felt safe, loved and alive.

When Ai entered the room with a tray of breakfast and a teasing smile, Tadashi only glared at her softly before feeding me himself, ignoring every amused look coming from the doorway.

Everything felt calm.

Everything felt warm.

Everything felt like a life I never believed I could have.

So when Tadashi announced, in that quiet, deep tone that revealed nothing and everything at once, “Get up, love. We are going out today.”

…I blinked in confusion.

“Out?” I repeated slowly, tilting my head.

He nodded and gently cupped my cheek. “Yes. You are stronger now. It is the right time.”

I stared at him, trying to decipher whatever secret he was hiding behind the quiet softness in his eyes.

Tadashi rarely concealed things from me anymore, not when it came to emotions, yet this time he gave nothing away-not a hint, not a breath, not even the slightest twitch of hesitation.

Instead, he leaned forward, slid one arm beneath my knees and the other around my back, and lifted me into his arms with. the same effortless strength that always made my heart flutter. He did not ask for permission. He did not ask if I felt strong enough. He simply carried me, because taking care of me had become an instinct woven into every part of him.

He brought me into the bathroom, where warm light glowed softly across the marble tiles. Before I could protest, he had already begun to undress with calm, deliberate movements that spoke of complete comfort in my presence. Then-with a gentleness that contradicted the intimidating power he showed the world-he reached to help me undress as well.

We stepped into the shower together.

Warm water cascaded over us, steam rising in slow curls that blurred the edges of everything except the man holding me. Tadashi’s hands were steady, guiding the water across my back, brushing soap along my shoulders, and pressing soft kisses to my temple whenever I shivered under the heat.

I suddenly noticed the line of stitches along his abdomen.

The skin had begun to knit together neatly, the redness fading. I reached out carefully and touched the healed flesh, my fingers light as feathers.

“They healed fast,” I whispered.

Chapter 63

(61

55 yournets

He tilted his head, a faint smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. “It seems your scolding last day frightened my body into recovering.”

I laughed, and the sound echoed off the polished walls with a warmth I did not realize I had been missing.

He raised an eyebrow, amused by my reaction. “Do not encourage yourself too much, love,” he continued. “I do not plan to get injured simply to make you yell at me.”

I swatted weakly at his arm, and he chuckled under his breath-low, warm, unguarded.

Moments like this never failed to make me forget the shadows that surrounded his life. Moments like this reminded me that he was still human, still capable of joy, still capable of laughter, still capable of becoming soft for me in ways he never allowed for anyone else.

When we finished washing, he wrapped a towel around me, his fingers lingering at my waist with an affection far too tender for a man who once ruled everything with cold discipline. He dried my hair gently, his palms warm against my scalp, and then-without warning-he swept me up into his arms again.

“Tadashi,” I murmured, half startled, half amused.

He only pressed a kiss to my cheek and whispered, “Allow me.”

He carried me from the bathroom to the wardrobe, his steps steady and unrushed, as though the entire world had adjusted itself to our pace. The scent of clean cotton and polished wood filled the air as he pushed open the wardrobe doors.

His calm certainty settled into my chest, heavy and warm, pulling something inside me tight. He took such care with every movement. He held me as though I were precious. He looked at me as though I were the only thing anchoring him to something gentle and human.

And in that moment, with water still clinging to my skin and his arms holding me close-My heart ache

Not from pain. Not from fear. But from the overwhelming realization of how deeply he loved me, and how desperately he wanted to give me a life far brighter than the shadows he had grown up in.

He carried me downstairs.

His men stood waiting in silent formation, their expressions unreadable, their/postures rigid with discipline. Two sleek black cars waited at the entrance, engines already humming, doors held open by guards positioned with military precision.

For a brief moment, a sharp flicker of fear sparked inside my chest.

Was this another danger? Another threat? Another enemy lurking somewhere in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike?

Tadashi must have sensed the tension in my body, because the moment the car door closed behind us, he reached for my hand and covered it with his own, warm and steady.

“Do not worry,” he whispered, lowering his head until his lips brushed my forehead. “This is something good.”

Something good.

Coming from Tadashi Masayoshi’s lips, those words always meant something personal. Something intentional. Something done for me.

I turned to look out the window as the car began to move through the city, watching streets blur into shapes and colors. My mind raced with possibilities, each one more improbable than the last.

A restaurant with private rooms?

12:54 Mon, Jan 12

Chapter 63

A quiet garden where he wished to share a moment?

A bookstore where he would surprise me with a rare edition?

A place where he wanted to create a new memory for us?

But then his thumb brushed across the back of my hand, slow and deliberate, and when I looked up, he offered me a rare, secretive smile.

A smile filled with tenderness, purpose, and something deeper that made my heart beat faster.

The car slowed then the doors opened.

Tadashi stepped out first, then turned and helped me descend carefully, his hands firm around my waist, guiding me with the kind of attentive care that always made my chest ache.

I looked up and my breath caught.

A hospital.

Not the one where I had been recovering. A different one.

This is larger, modern and intimidating, with polished silver letters gleaming under the light: Laryngology Department.

My heart jolted violently.

“Tadashi…?” My voice trembled with shock, confusion, and something dangerously close to hope.

He did not answer with words. Instead, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth, a gesture so gentle it nearly broke me open.

“Trust me,” he murmured.

My knees weakened but not from injury, not from fear but from the overwhelming surge of emotion tightening inside my chest.

We walked together through gleaming hallways, but not toward the outpatient department where I usually received check- ups for my injuries.

No, he guided me into an entirely different wing-a bright, sterile corridor filled with signs, diagrams, and framed credentials. The waiting area was empty, silent in a way that felt intentional/

When the doors opened, I froze.

Inside were four doctors. Not nurses. Not assistants. Doctors-specialists with decades of experience, judging by their manner and the badges on their coats.

Charts were laid out on a table. Imaging equipment prepared. Chairs arranged in a semicircle.

Everything is waiting for one person.

Me….

I stared in disbelief.

He… He had arranged all of this?

Tadashi placed his hand gently at the small of my back and guided me forward, his touch grounding me as my swirled dangerously.

emotions

12:54 Mon, Jan 12 TOG.

Chapter 63

61

2150 voit hors

One of the doctors bowed deeply. “Miss Hunter, welcome. We have arranged a full evaluation for you today. Please take your time. We will begin whenever you feel ready.”

My throat tightened-not from pain, but from the sheer weight of what was happening.

This man-This fearsome, untouchable, revered, and dreaded leader- Had gathered an entire team of specialists…

For me.

For my voice.

For something I had once lost and never believed I could regain.

I looked up at him.

He was watching me with a soft smile. Not arrogant. Not victorious. Just gentle, warm and full of love.

“I told you,” he murmured as he brushed a loose strand of hair away from my cheek, “that I would take care of your voice if you ever wished for it.”

The memory hit me.

The quiet conversation and his gentle suggestion. My hesitant refusal and my timid admission about the cost.

But, it took him no time. No hesitation and no second thought.

He had simply done it.

Emotion rose inside me, thick and overwhelming.

He was doing this not because he disliked my damaged voice, not because he wished to change who I was, not because he pitied me.

He was doing this because he wanted me to have a choice, to have comfort and to have a future unburdened by pain.

He wanted me to be able to speak freely, to laugh without strain and to call his name without hurting.

A voice that could say anything he longed to hear.

A voice he wished to protect as fiercely as he protected me.

The doctors guided me to a chair and began preparing their equipment. Throughout it all, Tadashi remained close, standing beside me, one hand resting lightly on my shoulder whenever I leaned forward.

Sometimes his fingers found mine. Sometimes his thumb traced slow circles across my palm. Sometimes he simply watched, his expression tight with concern even though I felt no physical pain.

They examined my vocal cords. They scanned the damage. They asked about the poisoning incident. They measured breath control and tissue elasticity.

They took notes rapidly, almost nervously, as though each observation would be reported directly to Tadashi himself.

And through every moment, I felt his eyes on me.

Watching. Worrying. Loving.

By the time the evaluation ended and we were asked to wait for results, my mind felt light and heavy all at once.

I turned toward him, and before I could speak- Tears fell.

Chapter 63

A single drop. Then another. Sliding down my cheeks without warning.

I touched my face in shock. When did I begin crying?

Tadashi moved instantly.

Ed 55 vouchera

He knelt in front of me, abandoning all intimidating dignity, panic flickering sharply through his usually controlled expression.

“Naomi…? Are you hurt?” His voice was low, tense, almost breaking.

I shook my head quickly, wiping my face with trembling fingers.

“No,” I whispered. “I am… overwhelmed.”

His eyes softened so completely that my breath wavered. He reached up and brushed my tears away with the back of his fingers, the gesture unbearably tender.

Behind him, the doctors had gone entirely still.

They stood pale and rigid, their clipboards gripped so tightly their knuckles whitened. One even swallowed audibly.

They looked absolutely terrified- as if they believed that my tears were a death sentence for them.

My heart tightened at the absurdity of it.

“I am fine,” I reassured them softly, wiping the last of my tears and whispering softly. “This is simply… the first time I have understood my condition in full. It is emotional for me, but not painful.”

Collective relief washed over their faces like a breaking wave.

Tadashi rose slowly, still watching me with those dark, intense eyes filled with worry and something impossibly deeper.

He leaned down, pressed a kiss to my forehead, and remained there for a few breaths. Warmth radiated through me.

Then, with his lips still near my skin, he whispered, “You do not need to face anything alone anymore.”

Something inside me broke-But it was not fear. Not sadness. Not pain.

It was years of holding myself together too tightly. Years of silence. Years of loneliness.

I closed my eyes as his words wrapped around my heart.

Because in that moment- surrounded by specialists prepared because of his love, held steady by his presence, offered a future I never dared imagine- I believed him.

AD

Comment

Send gift

No Ads

12:54 Mon, Jan 12