She turned her face slightly to look up at the man who had just married her in front of the world… and kissed her like he meant it.
His profile was sharp, commanding, but there was a strange softness in his eyes when he looked at her. She didn't reply, but her silence wasn't rejection… It was uncertain.
Can I really trust him? she wondered, as the elevator doors opened and they all went inside, making their way to hospital.
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The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air as they entered the private wing of the hospital. Logan had pulled every string necessary… no media, no questions, no unnecessary staff. Just silence.
Jean sat quietly on the examination bed, her coat folded neatly beside her. The nurse had already cleaned the surface wounds, but the bruises were darkening. Her wrist was wrapped. Her head still throbbed.
