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    “Rx more!” he urged in a rough, strained whisper.


    Then Bryan pushed one of my legs aside, exposing mepletely. He adjusted his position and began thrusting slowly, relentlessly.


    Gradually, the tightness eased, and his motions became smoother. I was surprised by the sensation. Once the initial agony began to fade, a wave of inexplicable pleasure welled up from deep within me, sending tingles across my entire body.


    “Oh… Ah…” I moaned involuntarily, my voice trembling with both pain and overwhelming desire.


    Bryan seemed to find my most sensitive spot, pressing against it with deliberate thrusts. My body trembled under the force of his movements, my muscles tightening uncontrobly. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, my hips rising to meet his rhythm as waves of orgasm surged through me again and again.


    Makenna’s POV:


    After our intense sex, that asshole Bryan insisted on feeding me a hearty meal before he was satisfied enough to take me back to the hospital. Before leaving, he pressed a stern kiss on my lips and warned, “Stay here and rest. Don’t even think about other men, or you’ll be in big trouble.” With that, he gave my butt a cheeky p and strutted out.


    As soon as Bryan was gone, I mmed the door in frustration, desperate to shut out his exasperating face. “Bastard! I thought you had changed, but you’re just as terrible as ever!” In a fit of rage, I pounded a pillow, imagining it was Bryan.


    Suddenly, a knock interrupted my fury. I quicklyposed myself and masked my emotions before opening the door. The doctor entered with my medical record book and began the daily check-up.


    When he concluded the examination, he expressed his astonishment. “Miss Dunn, your recovery has been unexpectedly rapid!”


    Curious, I arched an eyebrow. “Oh? What makes you say that?”


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    He patiently exined, “Typically, women who experience a close call with miscarriage remain bedridden for a long time. Some may even lose the baby. But here you are, recovering so quickly.”


    I pondered his words, wondering if my rapid healing was further evidence that I was a white wolf.


    As the doctor perused the report, his initial concern softened, reced by relief as he flipped through the pages. “Miss Dunn, since you became pregnant, your body has been more fragile, but your recuperation has been impressive. With that in mind, I believe you’re ready to be discharged.”


    “Really? That’s fantastic!” I eximed, my spirits instantly lifted. The hospital stay had been dreadfully boring.


    The doctor offered a reassuring smile but cautioned, “Once you’re home, it’s important to follow medical guidance and take excellent care of yourself. Emotional fluctuations could endanger both you and the baby. Try to maintain a calm and stable mind.”


    I acknowledged his advice with a nod, asked a few questions about what to do and what to avoid, and then began to pack my belongings, thrilled about the prospect of returning home.


    “Lily, I’m back,” I called out instinctively as I swung open the door.


    However, the silence that met me upon entering the house extinguished my joy like a cold ssh of water. I suddenly remembered that Lily had been taken away. I stood there, feeling lost. The furniture and decorations were the same, but her familiar presence was missing.


    Reflecting on our past, I felt a surge of sorrow. Despite Lily’s betrayal, she had been my close friend. Beneath myposed exterior, I was deeply shaken by her actions. Subconsciously, I found myself walking toward Lily’s room.


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