Trapped In The Tyrannical CEO's Love

Lillian spun around and cau

ent was Waylon. After all, Holden wasn't exactly a rare surname. She tur

the corridor to a patient

ahead, her hand already on the knob. She t

patients lay in beds, their bodies heavily bandaged lik

houlders hunched from exhaustion, his hair mos

yes turned red with emotion. Then, without warning, he droppe

cane with practiced ease, and strode past the middle-aged m

ay on the beds, al

ollen and discolored, his eyes reduced to slits,

eeming kindness had truly stirred her. To a blind girl with nothing, his fleeting affection had felt profound. How could it have left her unmoved? But

ce. His bloodshot eyes opened a sl

ind girl she still pretended to be. She gave a faint,

t venomous. She couldn't wrap her head around it. Waylon wouldn't spare anyone. How had Adeline escaped u

er cane with exacting aim as sh

nched teeth, their bodies jerking under t

nd Khloe could only mutter slur

liberate rhythm, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "I really shou

open in disbelief, twi

be eternally 'grateful, '" Adeline said, stressing each word b

r lashes trembling as the pain overtook

now registering the harm she'd caused. Then, without

t! Stay back-don't

n the bed, inching awa

eached his bedside, calmly grabbed the IV

olled back, and he slump

nable to process what s

Adeline straightened and tuck

ad already done most of the damage, leaving Ade

and trembling. "I'm sorry. I should have corrected my son's behavior and seen how