Chapter 291 A Lover\u2019s Kiss\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett\u2019s cheeks flushed. \u201cDamian, let me go.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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65\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
But Damian didn\u2019t release her. Instead, he guided her hand to his waist, his own arm wrapping firmly around her to draw her closer.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then he lowered his head\u2013no longer holding back, no longer holding anything in check. He closed his eyes and kissed her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His kiss was intense, almost overwhelming, like a sudden storm. His tongue swept into her mouth, claiming her with a hunger that left her breathless.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He took her air, her scent, everything.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Against her lips, between deep, seeking kisses, came his low, ragged plea. \u201cBaby, please\u2026 let me be yours. I don\u2019t need a label. I just want to be the one you turn to.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Even as he kissed her, he begged so persuasively.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett\u2019s mind spun under his relentless advance.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her scalp tingled, her thoughts scattered, and she didn\u2019t know where to put her hands.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her mouth was filled with the taste of him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian seemed to want to imprint himself on her completely.\u00a0<\/p>\n
In the end, he didn\u2019t push further. He just kept kissing her until her resistance melted away, then gathered her gently against him and began placing soft, lingering kisses across her face- every inch, as if committing her to memory.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Even the faint traces of sweat and dried tears, he kissed them all\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett slumped against his chest, her face burning as if on fire.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She was still a married woman. The divorce wasn\u2019t final.\u00a0<\/p>\n
away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Yet, despite herself, a fragile flicker of happiness warmed her from within.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A man like Damian\u2013powerful, wealthy, handsome, capable\u2013and he wanted her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Even if it was only temporary, even if it wasn\u2019t entirely real\u2026 she had felt it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett closed her eyes. Like a lamb yielding to the shepherd, she had no strength left to pull\u00a0<\/p>\n
away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
When Damian finally drew back, he looked down at her, studying her face as if to memorize every detail.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett hadn\u2019t answered his question, and he didn\u2019t press her. Instead, he leaned close again, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, \u201cYou didn\u2019t say no, so I\u2019ll take that as a yes. From now on, I\u2019m yours.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
There was so much quiet joy in his voice.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Too weary to protest, Scarlett let him have the last word.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Since she didn\u2019t object, a faint, almost boyish smile touched the corner of Damian\u2019s mouth.\u00a0<\/p>\n
*****\u00a0<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, after her exchange with Violet, Sabrina straightened her jacket and walked toward the pediatric unit.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She\u2019d been tied up in the lab all day and hadn\u2019t checked her phone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It wasn\u2019t until she left that evening that she saw the message from hours earlier. \u201cVanessa is running a persistent high fever. Please come to the hospital as soon as possible.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The text was sent in the morning; she was only seeing it now.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Though Vanessa wasn\u2019t her child, she mattered to Vincent.\u00a0<\/p>\n
So Sabrina came straight from the lab.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When she reached the unit, she spotted Vincent sitting alone on a bench in the hallway. He seemed lost in thought, his expression complicated.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She walked over and sat beside him, taking his hand. \u201cHow is Vanessa?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hearing her voice, Vincent replied quietly, \u201cStable now, but she needs another night under observation.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sabrina could feel his exhaustion: \u201cI\u2019m sorry I\u2019m so late.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s alright,\u201d he said. \u201cYou have your work.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sabrina shifted closer, letting him lean against her shoulder. \u201cRest for a bit. You\u2019re tired.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent was tired. He hadn\u2019t slept the night before, had worked through the day, and had spent the afternoon at the hospital. After the confrontation with Scarlett, he felt completely drained.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
When Sabrina offered, he didn\u2019t refuse. He tilted his head against her and closed his eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sabrina gently stroked his hair. \u201cJust rest,\u201d she murmured.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent\u2019s tense posture eased. \u201cOkay.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
And he let himself drift.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But as Sabrina sat there with Vincent leaning on her, her mind wandered\u2013unbidden\u2013to Damian.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian had called her the one who made his heart race. So why was he being so attentive to Scarlett?\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Back in the emergency area, after Damian\u2019s emotional outburst, Scarlett was too worn out to\u00a0<\/p>\n
argue\u00a0<\/p>\n
with him about labels.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He said he was hers; she didn\u2019t have the energy to correct him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Still feverish and weak, she slipped back into sleep.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When she opened her eyes again, it was Violet\u2019s face she saw.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Violet had removed her makeup. Though her features weren\u2019t as sharply defined as usual, her clear skin and natural beauty still held a gentle, arresting warmth.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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