Reborn To Love My Billionaire Husband

ough the thin fabric of her nightgown. Her mind was a chaotic whirlwind of impossible facts: she was dead, she was alive, her

r his eyes were stark against his pale skin. The faint lines of strain around his

washed over her. She had done this to him. Her f

rembling. She wanted to smooth the worried fro

about to brush against his

g shock. For a moment, he just stared at her, as if she w

ice was a hoars

her hand back, her heart

his arms around her and pulling her into a crushing embrace. The f

thick with a desperate, trembling relief. He buried his face ag

underlying grief-filled her senses. Her heart, which had been frozen with guilt, began

ad ever touched him with an

her face, his thumbs stroking her cheekbones. His eyes searched hers, a com

mmoned, his face a mask of professional disbelief as he examined her. He declared it

ring staff. The bedroom door clicked shut, le

. She looked at him, her expression carefully composed. "I... I don't remember much about

oice was low, gentle. "It's okay. You d

the edge of the bed and fed her himself, his large, capable hands surprisingly gentle. Juliana

everything. And she would spend the re

on the nightstand. The screen was still open to the

readable, she opened her contacts. She fo

e old coldness returned to his eyes.

deliberately. She deleted the nauseating p

tion, she blocked his number an

Cole, her eyes

on cracked, melting awa

began to ring, vibrati

ID read "Be

e's gaze, a silent promise passing between them. Then s

ident! Are you okay?" Paige's voice was a gush