No Longer His Captive Surgeon Wife

in her chair for

iped the smear of blood from her lo

he couldn't risk taking the main elevators and

the heavy fire door. The concrete stairwell was cold

e pediatric VIP wing was here, and it had a vendi

or fire door and stepped into

ard the vending machines, a s

kind that broke your heart befor

her exhaustion. Amy turned her h

orative Roman pillar at the end o

iniature suit, but right now, the expensive fabric was covered in dust. He wa

bare knee. A fresh, angry scrape was oo

footsteps and slo

s head s

strange, heavy sensation settled in her chest. He looked so incredibly familiar, though she

knee, ignoring th

ered in soft, gentle E

He just stared at her with intense, defensive eye

t of her white coat and pulled

and pulled out

the boy flinched, shrinking back u

to show she meant no harm. No weapons. No tricks. "I am

Her fingers gently wrapp

ve a violent shudder, bu

bbed the alcohol wipe around the edges of

n and blew a soft, cool stream of air o

y melt away. The hard, defensive glare in his blue eyes softe

with little green dinosaurs on it a

m a warm, reassuring smile

n her thighs, preparin

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oat. His tiny knuckles turned white fr

a suffocating knot forming instantly. Tears pricked the back of her eyes as if some deep, buried part of her soul was awakened by this tiny touch. Unb

eached out and gently stroked the s

uddenly lunged forward, throwing his small arms ar

and hugged the strange child with a desperate, aching tightness. Like he was the only thing keeping her fr