
{"id":29552,"date":"2026-02-06T12:38:25","date_gmt":"2026-02-06T12:38:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/the-heart-surgeons-last-patient-novel-chapter-255\/"},"modified":"2026-02-06T12:38:25","modified_gmt":"2026-02-06T12:38:25","slug":"the-heart-surgeons-last-patient-novel-chapter-255","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/the-heart-surgeons-last-patient-novel-chapter-255\/","title":{"rendered":"The Heart Surgeon\u2019s Last Patient Novel Chapter 255"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1>Night Carved Paths Into Silence by Zyrel Ash ` 255<\/h1>\n<p>Chapter 255\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Don\u2019t even think about it.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Rebecca was kissed until she was dizzy, not even noticing how\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Adrian pushed her down onto the bed.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>His tall frame covered her, his powerful presence enveloping Rebecca completely.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Adrian\u2019s kiss deepened, carrying an irresistible dominance, yet it\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>softened into the gentleness of a spring rain when it touched\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>her slightly trembling lips.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Rebecca felt the world spin, all her thoughts scrambled by the\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>kiss. She could only instinctively cling to his shoulders, feeling\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>his heart pound like a drum against his chest.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>His fingers ran through her loose hair, cupping the back of her\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>neck to pull her closer, as if he wanted to merge her into his\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>very bones.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>His other hand skillfully slipped under the hem of her clothes, his warm palm pressing against the delicate skin of her waist,\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>sending a shiver through her.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 255\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWait\u2026 wait a second\u2026\u201d Rebecca protested weakly during a brief pause in his kisses, but her voice was impossibly soft.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Adrian\u2019s breathing was heavy. He pressed his forehead against\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>hers, his deep eyes churning with a thick, undeniable desire that\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>he was forcibly suppressing.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWait for what?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>His voice was extremely hoarse, tinged with a hint of danger.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe one\u2013month trial period has already started. I\u2019m exercising\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>my rightful privileges now.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>He deliberately emphasized the words \u201crightful privileges,\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>giving their intimate entanglement a strange sense of forbidden\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>immorality that made Rebecca\u2019s toes curl involuntarily.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>She wanted to say more, but he sealed her lips again, turning all\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>her unfinished words into muffled whimpers.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>His kisses gradually moved lower, searing like a branding iron.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>on her jaw, neck, and collarbone\u2026 leaving behind wet trails and\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>a faint sting.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Rebecca tilted her head back, her dazed eyes gazing at the hazy\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>halo of light on the ceiling.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 255\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>She felt like a small boat adrift on a stormy sea, her only anchor the scorching embrace and solid arms of the man above her.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The barrier of clothing was stripped away piece by piece, the cool air on her skin instantly covered by his more scorching\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>heat.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>His fingertips seemed to carry an electric current, igniting\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>clusters of indescribable fire across her skin.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Rebecca couldn\u2019t help but let out a soft moan, her body arching\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>slightly, only to be pinned more tightly beneath him.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAdrian\u2026\u201d she unconsciously called his name, like a plea for help, yet also an invitation.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m here.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>He responded with a low pant, his movements never stopping,\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>his hot breath hitting the most sensitive shell of her ear, \u201cThis\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>time\u2026 you\u2019re not getting away.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>His assault was fierce yet tender, and Rebecca was soon\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>overwhelmed, left only to rise and fall with his rhythm.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>In a daze of passion, she thought she saw in his bottomless\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>eyes not just a surging tide of lust, but also a fleeting, absolute\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 255\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>certainty of possession.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>She finally, belatedly, understood that the one\u2013month deadline\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>wasn\u2019t her escape route, but a trap he had carefully laid for her\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>to walk right into.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>And she had long been the prey he was determined to capture.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The night was still long, and their \u201ctrial period\u201d had only just\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>begun.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>In the living room, the drinking session was still going on.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>To be precise, the original drinking session had now turned into\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>a 1v1 between Bradley and Simon.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Simon couldn\u2019t really hold his liquor.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Of course, Bradley wasn\u2019t much better either.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The two of them had finished a whole bottle of whiskey, and\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>they couldn\u2019t even speak clearly, let alone stand up.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo, I can\u2019t. I can\u2019t drink anymore.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Simon looked pained, covering his glass to stop Bradley from\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>pouring more wine.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 255\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBradley, let\u2019s\u2026 let\u2019s just stop here. Can we not drink anymore?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Bradley frowned. He was barely holding on himself, using his\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>last bit of reason to talk to Simon.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI haven\u2019t\u2026 I haven\u2019t had enough yet. As my sister\u2019s boy\u2026\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>boyfriend, how can you be such a lightweight?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Simon wanted to cry but had no tears.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou and my sister.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Bradley\u2019s voice was a little hoarse. He forcefully pushed\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Simon\u2019s hand away and asked while pouring more drinks,\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhen did you two get together?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhy\u2026 why are you asking that?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Simon fell back onto the sofa, his eyelids too heavy to lift. He\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>let out two or three drunken hiccups with every word.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cCan\u2019t I ask?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cFine\u2026 Why don\u2019t you ask your sister?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Bradley scoffed, \u201cDoes she look like she\u2019d answer me if I\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 255\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>asked?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Simon was sprawled on the sofa like a puddle of mud. He just waved his hand vaguely, \u201c\u2026Just\u2026 just a little while ago\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhen was \u2018a little while ago\u2018?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Bradley was relentless, his tone demanding and impossible to\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>refuse. \u201cBe specific.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>What day?\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Where did you confess your feelings?\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Who said it first?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter. With a flair for crafting emotionally intense plots and unforgettable characters, she blends love, desire, and drama into every story she writes. Cedella\u2019s storytelling style is immersive and addictive\u2014perfect for fans of heated romances and heart-pounding twists.<\/p>\n<h3>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Night Carved Paths Into Silence by Zyrel Ash ` 255 Chapter 255\u00a0 Don\u2019t even think about it.\u00a0 Rebecca was kissed [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"footnotes":""},"categories":[85],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-29552","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-the-heart-surgeons-last-patient-novel"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29552","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=29552"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29552\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=29552"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=29552"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=29552"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}