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    Darren, unfamiliar with the visitor, adopted a cautious tone.


    “May I know who you are?” he inquired.


    Brian asserted without hesitation, “I am her fiancé.”


    Taken by surprise, Darren hesitated, realizing he was meeting Rachel’s fiancé for the first time despite her many hospital visits.


    Recalling her repeated requests for confidentiality, Darren resolved to honor her wishes.


    “Ms. Marsh is currently quite frail and will require considerable rest in the near future. Sir, I must implore you to recognize that there’s more to life than wealth. No matter yourmitments, please ensure you attend to your loved ones. Ms. Marsh is deeply devoted to you. It’s crucial that you value and treat her well, before it’s toote.”


    Upon Brian’s return to Rachel’s room, he found Rachel visibly agitated in her sleep.


    The effects of the pain relief medication had worn off, and without the possibility of continuous use, pain had roused her.


    As her eyes fluttered open, tears began to stream down her face as she glimpsed Brian through her tear-dimmed eyes.


    For a moment, she doubted her own eyes, but his familiar voice soon reassured her.


    “Are you still in pain?” Brian inquired softly, his fingers gently moving a strand of hair from her face, his eyes filled with tender concern.


    In response, Rachel turned her head away, her tears now unstoppable. Undoubtedly, the pain was severe, unbearable even. How could it be otherwise? She had endured escting pain for days, each moment more excruciating than thest.


    She had endured it, clinging to her strength and courage.


    Yet now, her resilience crumbled, and she found herself overwhelmed by emotion.


    “Brian… I told you I was ready to let you go. Why do you and your family persist in this torment? I despise you. I wish our paths had never crossed. Why did our lives have to intertwine? All I ever wanted was a simple, loving home. Is that really too much to ask?” Rachel cried out, her voice choked with tears.


    Now, even her humble dream appeared beyond reach.


    “Please don’t cry,” Brian said as he approached and crouched beside her.


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    With a gentle touch, he brushed the tears from her cheeks. “It’s not your fault. The me is mine. Once you recover, if you agree, we’ll marry. I’ll provide the home you’ve longed for.”


    Rachel shook her head, a gesture of refusal. It was toote for promises.


    Irrevocably toote.


    The chance for change had passed.


    Thinking Rachel was just mad at him, Brian kept trying to convince her. “You can have it exactly as you want—the dress, the ceremony, the rings. If you want a big, fancy wedding, we’ll stream it for the world to see. But if you’d rather something simpler, we can marry at City Hall. Whatever makes you happy.”


    He cradled her hand in his, pressing soft kisses onto her skin, as if trying to etch his feelings into her heart.


    At that moment, memories of their first meeting resurfaced in Rachel’s mind. He had been just as gentle back then. But certain things, once lost, were gone forever.


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