?Chapter 1111:


    He didn’t wish for her to believe that hecked faith in her.


    The next morning,motion sounded from the upper floor.


    Rnd, no longer hisposed self, was scrambling into his clothes and dashing downstairs.


    His recollection was hazy, only remembering Pattie approaching him, iming that she had crucial matters to tell.


    Then… he drank too much.


    When he awakened, he discovered himself lying across a broad bed.


    Rnd’s throat burned with a fierce thirst.


    A pounding ache throbbed in his temples, and strangely, his dreams had been filled with Maia’s face.<fn1b60> Readplete version only at find?novel</fn1b60>


    As he made his way downstairs, his steps faltered at the sight of a woman stretched across the sofa.


    “Maia?” Rnd’s eyes widened in shock.


    The polishedposure he carried in court was gone, reced by a rare look of disarray as he stopped in ce.


    Before he could gather himself, anguid voice drifted from behind.


    Rnd spun around to see Pattie gliding forward, stifling a yawn, her silk nightgown catching the dim light.


    The delicate fabric clung to Pattie’s shape, emphasizing every graceful curve.


    “Why are you awake so early?” Pattie asked.


    Rnd’s thoughts scattered, his mind thrown into chaos.


    Had he really spent the night at Pattie’s vi?


    But then… why was Maia here?


    Rnd’s throat tightened, and he forced out, “Last night, I…”


    At that moment, Maia stirred and sat up, having dozed off on the sofa the night before.


    Stories live now on galnσ??????????o??


    Her calm voice greeted them as they descended the stairs. “Good morning, Pattie. Good morning, Rnd.”


    The simple words struck Rnd like a sudden blow, snapping him into awareness.


    Confusion and guilt tangled in Rnd’s chest, his emotions colliding all at once. He turned quickly toward Maia. “Please don’t misunderstand. Pattie asked for my helpst night, and after that—”


    “You don’t owe me an exnation.” Maia cut in smoothly. Then she shifted her gaze to Pattie. “You should be exining yourself to her. After all, that precious antique vase was shatteredst night.”


    “That’s true! Thanks for reminding me, Maia—I nearly forgot.” Pattie stepped forward, holding out her hand. “Mr. Cullen, you’ll have topensate me for that.”


    At Erygan Hospital, Rosanna arrived bright and early, carrying breakfast for Jarrod with a thoughtful smile.


    Once the meal was done, Rosanna wasted no time and pulled a phone from her bag. “Jarrod, I have good news. The phone’s working again.”


    .


    .


    .