登入The words "crippled" hit Alma like a brutal sentence, shattering the last of her stubborn defiance.Watching Aiden’s dark silhouette loom over her, she no longer had the strength to run, nor the pride to build another defense. Helplessness surged up her throat, choking her. Alma cast her eyes down, hiding the tears that threatened to spill over. Her fingers clamped together so tightly that her knuckles turned stark white, her nails digging deep into her palms. The room fell into a freezing silence before her voice finally broke through—feeble and trembling."I understand..."Her tone softened, heavy with both resignation and resentment. "Aiden... I didn't mean to cause a scene. I just... I don't want to be a casualty. And I certainly don't want to be a burden to you.""A burden?"Aiden repeated the word, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous register. He didn't erupt the way she expected. Instead, the air in the room suddenly turned to ice."You think you have the right to be a burde
Their eyes clashed instantly. Alma turned pale, shrinking back in deep shame as if trying to hide her wretched state, while Aiden’s eyes darkened with a mixture of rage and heartache."Do you have a death wish?!"Aiden roared. Without a second thought, he stepped right through the sharp glass shards and knelt to scoop her into his arms."What did I tell you? You are not to move around on your own without a nurse here! Do my words mean absolutely nothing to you, or do you just want this leg of yours to be permanently crippled?!""Put me down! Why do you even care?!" Alma cried out in frustration, using her one uninjured right hand to push hard against his chest, completely ignoring the agonizing throbs running through her other shoulder."You think I want to handle you? If Ava hadn’t gone out for an errand, you could beg on your knees and I wouldn't even spare you a glance! Now speak! What on earth did you crawl in here for?!""I... I wanted to use the restroom... I couldn't wait until
The lachrymose morning sunlight streamed through the glass windows, casting a warm, golden glow across the living room.Aiden snapped awake. The splitting headache from the night before had completely vanished, replaced by a strange, light, and refreshing clarity. But the moment his skin brushed against the soft silk under his cheek and his senses were filled with the faint, lingering scent of jasmine, he froze. Aiden realized he was still resting his head on Alma’s lap.For a fleeting second, he thought it was all just a wild, impossible dream. How could someone like him—accustomed to solitude, bearing the crushing darkness of a cruel twist of fate—deserve such a peaceful night? But the genuine warmth radiating from her body shattered his doubts. Memories of her cool hands and gentle whispers came rushing back, sending a powerful wave of emotion, mixed with a pang of heartache, surging through his chest.What caught his eyes now was Alma’s delicate face from an inverted perspective.
The late afternoon sun filtered through the massive glass windows, bathing the space in a warm, golden halo. Alma sat by the windowsill, a familiar medical textbook resting on her lap. Thanks to a strict nutritional regimen and Aiden’s somewhat tyrannical protection, her complexion was noticeably rosier, no longer showing the frail look of her hospital days.Ding. The private elevator doors slid open.Aiden stepped out, his suit jacket draped casually over his arm and his tie loosened. Looking at the important legal dossier in his other hand, Nolan’s mocking report echoed in his mind: "All the procedures for Conal's breach of contract fine are wrapped up. Just as you calculated, the old fox completely believes his backdoor deal with Grand Horizon went off without a hitch..."Remembering Conal’s face, Aiden’s eyes narrowed slightly, flashing with a cold, ruthless glint.But that icy sharpness quickly melted away the moment he looked up. Catching sight of the petite figure by the window
Following his late-night rendezvous with the powerful figure steering Grand Horizon Group—the dominant titan of the South—Conal felt like a drowning man who had just managed to grasp a golden lifeline.By offering the core blueprints of the South Sea Project as bait, he had successfully secured a nod of cooperation from this new partner. However, the Southern faction’s sole condition for injecting the initial wave of capital was absolute and non-negotiable: if Conal wanted the money, he had to cut all economic ties and terminate every active contract with Power Group immediately.This mandate aligned perfectly with Conal’s own brewing malice. He had long grown sick of suffocating under the stringent, suffocating clauses imposed by Aiden Power.Believing he now stood on the unshakeable bedrock of Grand Horizon Group, his innate greed flared up once more. Conal decided to double-cross his opponent. The sheer terror that had forced him to agree to surrender his entire fortune while corne
The private elevator doors slid open, revealing the vast, luxurious expanse of the penthouse. Alma couldn't help but gasp softly. Her emerald eyes widened slightly, a flicker of astonishment darting across their depths.The entire hallway, which had once been adorned with expensive decor—from antique ceramic vases to artistic sculptures—now stood completely bare. Everything had been cleared away, creating a spacious thoroughfare perfectly tailored for her wheelchair to glide through effortlessly without encountering a single obstacle.But what caused her chest to tighten slightly were the smallest details. The sharp edges of the coffee table and the imported marble TV console had all been wrapped in soft rubber bumpers, subtly matching the interior design with utmost sophistication. If one didn't look closely, an outsider would simply assume it was an original design feature, rather than a rushed modification completed in just a few short hours.Aiden didn't look at her, nor did he ca
The brilliant sunlight of the penthouse floor pierced through the thin silk curtains, casting blinding streaks of light across the bed and jolting Alma from a fitful sleep haunted by nightmares. She sat up abruptly, her heart drumming against her frail chest. This room—magnificent yet alien, filled
Once again, the room fell into a bone-chilling silence. Just as Alma managed to catch enough breath to speak, Aiden—still with his back to her—spoke first, his cold voice cutting off any chance of her finding her words.“I’ve changed my mind.”Aiden turned around slowly. He brushed past her as if s
The private office of the head of the Power Group on the 88th floor was submerged in a silence so heavy it felt suffocating. Aiden stood there, his tall silhouette obscuring the dying rays of the setting sun as they flickered against the floor-to-ceiling glass walls. After a long moment, he slowly
Aiden averted his gaze from the blue signal on the dashboard and tossed his phone onto the oak desk in frustration. The dull thud echoed through the silent room, marking the final snapping point of his patience. He sank into the high-end leather chair, taking a deep breath to suppress the searing p







