She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 762

Loyce panicked. She kept wiping the tears from his face, but they just kept falling. Finally, she leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of his eye.

"Shh, it's okay. Don't cry."

She rubbed his broad, strong, yet incredibly vulnerable back, murmuring soothing words to calm him down.

Just then, the door swung open. Storm and Nightingale walked in, completely unaware of the scene inside. Storm was already talking as he turned the handle. "Boss, Mr. Lonsdale said you were in here. About that memory card..."

His words died in his throat. Staring at Lucian, who was half-curled in Loyce's arms and crying, Storm turned into a statue.

"What's wrong?" Nightingale tilted her head to peek, but Storm snapped out of it, violently dragging her backward while whispering frantic apologies. The door slammed shut in their faces.

"What the hell is your problem?" Nightingale demanded from the hallway. "Are you crazy? Are they doing it? With him battered up like that, can he even get it up?"

"No," Storm said, his face a mask of pure shock. "I just saw Lucian Shapiro crying like a baby in the boss's arms."

Nightingale scoffed. "Huh? No way. His leg was mangled on that deck and he didn't even make a sound."

Storm nodded solemnly. "My eyes work fine. He was crying."

Their voices faded down the hall.

Lucian had heard the entire exchange. The realization that he was sobbing in her arms—and that her subordinates had just witnessed it—hit him like a bucket of ice water. He reigned in his tears, pulling himself back from the brink of emotional collapse, suddenly feeling profoundly embarrassed.

Loyce fought to keep a straight face, biting the inside of her cheek. A second later, he pulled her hand down from his back and held it tightly. He looked up at her, eyes still red and full of frustration. "Don't laugh."

She managed to hold it in, finding this sudden contrast incredibly endearing.

"Storm won't say a word," she assured him. "He was probably coming to tell me the video data has been recovered."

Lucian leaned back against the headboard, his gaze briefly dropping to his leg. "What video?"

"I came prepared when I went looking for you," she explained. "My tactical gear was equipped with micro-cameras. The memory cards were waterproof, but they took a beating. Extracting the data wasn't easy."

He went quiet for a moment. "Did it catch what they did?"

"Yes," she said. "It recorded both times you were cornered."

That included the moment the enemy soldiers brutally stomped on his broken leg. Lucian’s breathing grew heavy, his hands curling into fists. "The more graphic parts..."

"I won't release those," she promised softly.

Once his fasting window ended, Loyce had the staff bring in a nutrient-rich meal. Lucian ate slowly, taking his time.

It wasn't until he finished eating that he finally asked in a low voice, "My leg..."

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