She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 761

Hank said, "Of course. Those old bastards look civilized, but behind closed doors, they'd do anything for profit—kidnapping, extortion, threatening families. It's their standard playbook. They kept fishing to see if there was someone 'special' in my life. Every word was a test."

His voice lowered. "Giselle is too pure. She doesn't belong in my world." He turned around, his gaze intense and feral. "But I can't let her go. And I sure as hell can't stand the thought of another man anywhere near her."

He sat on the sofa across from Loyce, hands clasped. "Anyway, the whole situation back then was a complete misunderstanding."

Loyce nodded. "If you can sit here and analyze everything so patiently with me, why do you lose your temper and your words the second you're in front of her? If you want her to understand you, you need to tell her the truth."

Hank stayed silent for a long time before blurting out, "So she really does love me. That's why she was jealous, angry, and threw a fit about breaking up."

His dark eyes suddenly lit up, his whole demeanor shifting to something almost cheerful.

Loyce was speechless.

"I've said my piece. The rest is up to you to figure out," she said. "I'm going to check on Lucian."

This morning, Lucian had been secretly transferred to a private medical facility on Hank's territory. Loyce's medical team was monitoring him around the clock. He was stable and had finally woken up.

Loyce pushed the door open and walked in.

Lucian had his eyes closed, an IV drip hooked to his hand. The muscles in his arms were faintly visible beneath the hospital gown, but he still looked terribly pale.

She walked to his bedside, leaned over, and gently traced the contours of his handsome face. "Lucian," she whispered.

His dark eyes slowly opened. At first, they were unfocused, struggling to adjust to the light.

But as he registered the gentle touch of her fingertips and the familiar, soft call of his name, his pupils dilated. He locked his gaze onto her, his face inches away.

The midday sun streamed through the window, highlighting her tired but breathtakingly beautiful features. He stared at her, his Adam's apple bobbing as if he were trying to speak.

Loyce pressed a finger to his lips. "You just got out of surgery. You've been dehydrated for a while." She glanced at the clock on the wall. "Two more hours before you can have water. I'll go grab a bottle and leave it on the nightstand."

She meant to have it ready for him the moment he was cleared to drink, but as she tried to pull away, he stopped her. His emotions were erratic. In his desperate attempt to grab her arm, he yanked the IV needle right out of his hand, sending drops of blood splattering across the sheets.

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