When She Ended It With Divorce (Chiara and Titus) novel Chapter 95

**Chapter 95**

As Chiara sat lost in her thoughts, Titus reached out, offering her a small bottle of painkillers.

Chiara paused, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face. “But the doctor warned me that if I take these too frequently, my body might adapt. I’m really worried about that…”

The concern gnawed at her; she feared that over time, these painkillers would lose their effectiveness, leaving her to grapple with the relentless pain alone.

With a gentle demeanor, Titus poured a glass of water and spoke softly, “You won’t have to endure the pain any longer.”

Chiara accepted the painkillers, but her gaze lingered on him, curiosity bubbling up inside her. “Why do you say that?”

“There’s always a solution,” Titus replied, his tone steady and reassuring.

Chiara’s mind raced; she couldn’t fathom what he might be planning. They had exhausted every possible avenue before.

“What kind of solution?” she pressed, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Problems are always outnumbered by solutions,” Titus assured her, his confidence unwavering.

Chiara’s eyes fell to the painkillers resting in her palm. After a moment of internal struggle, she surrendered to the temptation and swallowed them, knowing she could no longer fight the urge.

Years of relying on painkillers weighed heavily on her mind. Deep down, she feared that she might not be able to continue pushing through her daily struggles without them.

Once she had taken the medication, Chiara settled back against the pillows, aware that it would take approximately ten minutes for the painkillers to begin alleviating her discomfort.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed, breaking the silence. She picked it up and saw a message from Queenie.

Queenie: [Chiara, I won’t intrude on you and Mr. Goodman anymore. I’m heading home now, but I’ll visit you tomorrow.]

Queenie: [Photo!]

Curiosity piqued, Chiara tapped on the photo Queenie had sent.

In the picture, Chiara and Titus were captured in a candid moment. She lay comfortably in bed, snacking, while Titus sat beside her, his gaze fixed intently on her, a quiet intensity in his expression.

Queenie: [Chiara, I think Mr. Goodman really cares about you. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have spent the entire day at the hospital with you.]

Titus noticed her engrossed in her phone and inquired, “What are you looking at?”

“Nothing…” Chiara replied hastily, her heart racing as she quickly closed the chat window, anxious that he might catch a glimpse of Queenie’s words.

Titus studied her for a few moments before breaking the silence. “Next week is Goodman Group’s annual party.”

Chiara blinked, confusion clouding her thoughts. She had never set foot in the company before, let alone attended an event like that.

“Oh,” she managed to say, her voice trailing off.

Titus waited, expecting more from her, but when she offered no further response, he let out a quiet scoff, a hint of disappointment flickering in his eyes.

Chiara turned to him, bewildered by his reaction. “What’s wrong?” she asked, genuinely curious.

Titus thought to himself, ‘She’s never been to anything like this before.’

“Nothing,” he replied, masking his frustration.

The atmosphere between them grew heavy with unspoken words. They had shared so little time together lately, their conversations lacking the depth that a married couple should naturally possess.

Despite Titus spending the majority of the past month in Halinston, with the shadow of divorce looming over them, they had never engaged in a real, heartfelt dialogue.

For a brief moment, silence enveloped them, both unsure of how to bridge the growing distance.

The ward was tranquil, and as the painkillers began to take effect, Chiara felt a slight lift in her spirits. She started browsing through videos on her phone, searching for a distraction.

Suddenly, she stumbled upon something that struck her as hilarious, and she couldn’t help but burst into laughter, quickly giving the video a thumbs up.

“What are you watching?” Titus asked, glancing over with a hint of curiosity.

“Just some funny videos,” Chiara replied, a small grin spreading across her face.

Titus fell silent again, contemplating his next move. He had initially planned to tackle some work online, but in a sudden change of heart, he snapped his laptop shut and approached her bedside.

He observed her for a moment, his gaze settling on her face, illuminated by the glow of her phone. Seeing her absorbed in the video, a smile dancing on her lips, he realized the painkillers must be starting to work.

Feeling his presence beside her, Chiara turned her head. “Is something wrong?” she asked, her brow furrowing with concern.

“Just wondering if this bed is big enough for two,” Titus replied, a playful glint in his eye.

Chiara glanced down at her hospital bed, noting that the one in the VIP room was indeed spacious.

“Uh, you…” she hesitated, unsure of how to respond.

“Move over a bit,” Titus suggested, his tone light yet insistent.

Chiara hesitated, her mind racing as she glanced at the cot beside her.

“Or I could just sleep on the cot? I’ve used it before. It’s actually quite comfy. You can have this bed if you want,” she offered, trying to keep the mood light.

Titus narrowed his eyes at her playfully. “You sing with me?” he asked, a teasing smile forming on his lips.

Chiara pressed her lips together, caught off guard and saying nothing.

Titus met her gaze, his expression earnest. “I want to share a bed with you. Is that really such a big deal?”

After a brief silence, Chiara relented, scooting over to make space for him.

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