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    A wave of sorrow swept over Cole, hollowing his chest. “Elliana, I’m scared. After that third injection, what if I forget my own mother? What if I forget you? Who’s going to help you piece this all together then?” he murmured, his voice thin and fragile.

    Without a word, Elliana reached out and gently retrieved the bracelet from his trembling fingers. She returned it to the box and clicked the lid shut with quiet finality before slipping it into her pocket. Then, she looked at him and offered a small but steady smile—one that held more strength than he thought possible.

    “Don’t waste your strength on fear,” she said softly. “Just take it one moment at a time. Heal. That’s all you need to focus on now. We’ll face whatever’sing—together. Just trust me when I say this: I won’t let you down.”

    Her promise echoed through him like a vow carved in stone. He stared at her, heart swelling. In that quiet moment, it felt like her words had wrapped around him like armor—light as breath, strong as steel.

    He had always thought of himself as her protector, her anchor in chaos. But now, it was clear—she was bing his.

    This girl, fragile in appearance, was the one holding him together. While he unraveled, she gathered the pieces. She stood between him and the storm, unwavering. And what undid him most wasn’t just her gentleness. It was her belief. Her refusal to let him go—even as he felt himself slipping.

    Elliana gave Cole a gentle nudge. “Let’s eat, okay? You said you’d take me to the beachter to watch the sunset. I’ve got something really important to share with you then. I can’t wait for our walk together.”

    Curiosity almost got the better of Cole since he desperately wanted to know what she wanted to tell him. Still, he noticed that she preferred to wait, so he pushed aside his questions and simply smiled. “Alright then. Let’s have our meal.”

    Without hesitating, he began serving her favorites. She basked in his attention, happily savoring every bite.

    The peaceful scene did not go unnoticed. The household staff smiled at the sight. Paulina, unable to resist, remarked, “Mr. Evans and Ms. Marsh, would either of you like a ss of red wine with your meal?”

    Before Cole could answer, Elliana offered a small, grateful smile. “No, thank you. We’re trying to make a baby, so it’s best if we skip the wine.”

    A baby on the way? Paulina’s whole face brightened. “That’s the most wonderful news I’ve heard! I would be thrilled to help take care of the little one. A boy or a girl, it doesn’t matter—they’re sure to inherit your best genes. So clever and so beautiful.”

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    Cole’s smile faltered the moment she mentioned “genes.” A cold chill settled in his chest, and he felt a sharp pang. His Psychephrenia hade from his mother. Was there a chance he would pass it on to his child?

    He turned to Elliana, and anxiety tightened his voice. “Elliana, maybe we should wait until I’mpletely healed. We can talk about having a baby then.”

    Elliana saw straight through his worries. Her eyes met his, and she replied with a yful, teasing lilt, “What if thatst injection wipes me from your memory? What if you decide you’re not into my type anymore? You wouldn’t want a baby with me then, would you?”

    Cole pressed his lips together. He couldn’t find the right words. He felt trapped by his own fears.

    Elliana leaned in, her voice light but persistent. “What would I have to do then? Tie you to the bed? I don’t think I’m strong enough to kidnap you, so that n’s out. Honestly, it feels safer to have a baby before you go through with thatst shot.”

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