Marrying my secret admirer after my husband's fake death novel Chapter 87

The nearest hospital was more than ten miles away. Even with Justin pushing the car to its limits, it would still take nearly half an hour to get

there.

“Hang in there, Edith. Just a little longer. We’re almost there.”

Thankfully, the roads on the outskirts were clear, almost deserted at this hour. The car hurtled down the empty, tree–lined avenue, headlights slicing through the night.

Edith’s breathing grew ragged. She lifted her head, eyes searching for Justin, who gripped the steering wheel tightly. “It’s so hot, Justin. I can’t… I feel like there are ants crawling all over my heart. Am I dying?”

“Edith, you’re not going to die. Just hold on for me. We’re on our way to the hospital.”

She squeezed her eyes shut in pain, her body writhing restlessly in the passenger seat. Her heavy gasps dissolved into broken, half–formed whispers.

Seeing her struggle like this, Justin felt as if someone had reached inside his chest and clenched his heart in a vice. The ache was almost

unbearable.

He glanced at the GPS, watching the minutes tick down, then made a snap decision. With a sharp turn, he veered off onto a deserted side road, the car jolting as he sped toward a narrow riverbank.

He slammed on the brakes, stopping at the edge of the shimmering water, moonlight rippling across its surface.

Edith hadn’t quite realized what was happening. A desperate, kitten–like cry escaped her throat, clawing at Justin’s resolve.

He parked the car, reached out, and took her trembling hands in his. “Let me help you.”

His eyes were dark with determination.

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Edith was in no state to think. The moment she sensed the car had stopped, she leaned toward Justin, her feverish lips pressing against his. That kiss set the night ablaze.

Everything happened fast–reckless and consuming. Unlike that night at the Hawksley estate, tonight Edith was wild, almost feral with longing.

Her intensity left Justin breathless, swept up in the heat of her touch. He was utterly, hopelessly lost in her.

Outside, clouds drifted across the moon, cloaking the world in shadow. The first half of the night slipped quietly into the second.

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, mingling with the chorus of summer insects and the heavy breaths from inside the car, weaving it all into a symphony that belonged to this night alone.

Exhausted, Edith finally collapsed against the seat, drifting into a deep sleep.

Justin, on the other hand, felt more alive than ever.

He drove them back to the Hawksley estate, the world outside silent and

still.

Parking carefully beside the main house, he eased Edith into his arms as if she were made of the most fragile crystal, eyes soft with tenderness.

The marks on her skin were impossible to ignore, but Justin kept reminding himself that she was worn out–he couldn’t push her any further.

He lifted his gaze, refusing to look down at her again.

To Justin, she was the one temptation in this world he could never resist.

He slowed his steps as much as he could, but even so, the movement from the entrance hall, up the spiral staircase, and onto the second floor roused Edith from her slumber.

She blinked up at him, her voice heavy with post–pleasure languor. “Are

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