Obsession His Runaway Bride (Noelle and Adrian) novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112: Anger

Chapter 112: Anger

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Grace’s eyes slowly fluttered open as the warmth of Faith’s voice still echoed in her mind like the final notes of a lullaby. For a moment, she didn’t move. The weight of sleep clung to her limbs, heavy and unyielding, Her chest rose and fell with labored breaths as the dream clung to her consciousness, refusing to let go.

A single tear escaped the corner of her eye, tracing a narrow path down her cheek.

“Grace… I was…”

Her fingers curled lightly against the sheets. And then, as though the urgency in her heart overpowered her body’s fatigue, Grace sat up in a sharp motion.

The sudden movement startled Marco, who had been resting beside her bed with his head bowed low and one hand loosely gripping the edge of the mattress. He jolted upright with eyes wide in alarm.

“Grace!” Marco gasped, his hand reaching out instinctively as she bolted upright with her movements frantic and sharp. “You’re awake–careful, don’t-”

“Don’t touch me!” Grace snapped. Her voice was raw with anger and fear. She slapped his hand away with enough force to send a ripple of shock through his chest. Her eyes were wild, her expression was one of sheer desperation as she flung her feet off the bed and yanked the IV from her hand. Blood began to trickle down her wrist, staining her pale skin.

“Grace! What are you doing?!” Marco’s voice trembled as a sense of urgency flooded through him. His heart was pounding, his mind was racing, but he couldn’t understand what was happening. He rushed forward, trying to stop her from doing further damage, but Grace wasn’t having it.

Before he could react, Grace grabbed him by the collar, yanking him toward her with surprising strength. Her breath was shallow, her body shaking with the force of her emotions.

“I said…” she hissed through clenched teeth, her grip tightening, “Do not fucking touch me.”

The words hit Marco like a physical blow. For a moment, he was frozen in place, stunned by the venom in her voice. It was an anger he had never seen from her before. He could feel the tension radiating from her, her body trembling like a coiled spring, ready to snap.

With a sudden push, Grace sent him staggering back as the force of her shove threw him off balance. He barely caught himself before crashing into the nearby chair.

“Grace” Marco’s voice was soft and edged with concern, his chest heaving as he tried to process what was happening. But she didn’t listen.

She stormed toward the door as if trying to chase after something… or someone. She didn’t even glance back at him as she reached for the door, only to stop when it opened suddenly, and Doctor Everett walked in.

“Miss Blackwood, what-?” Doctor Everett’s voice faltered when he saw the state Grace was in. The IV was pulled from her arm, the blood trickling down her skin, and her eyes looked agitated.

Grace glared at him while her breath became quick and shallow. Her voice was cold and it was a far cry from the fragile woman who had been in a hospital bed moments ago. “Get out of my way.”

Doctor Everett looked from Grace to Marco, his concern deepening as he stepped into the room cautiously. “Grace, you need to calm down. You’re not well. You’re still recovering.”

“I don’t care,” she spat, her voice like ice. “I need to leave this place. Now,”

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Chapter 112. Anger

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Marco moved to step in front of her, but she shoved him asle with such force that he stumbled, his hand reaching for the doorframe to steady himself.

“Grace, you’re not thinking clearly” Doctor Everett began, but Grace was already pushing past him. The door creaked open wider as she glared over her shoulder at Marco.

“I don’t need your pity, Marco,” she hissed, her words laced with a venom that cut deeper than any wound. “I’ve lived with enough of it already.”

Her hand gripped the doorknob as her body trembled not from weakness, but from something far more unbearable. She was ready to walk out. But before she could take that step, a firm hand caught her arm.

“Grace,” Dr. Everett said softly.

The moment she felt his gentle, steady hand, her body locked into place. She turned slowly, expecting protest or reprimand. But when her eyes met his, she saw none of that. There was no judgment, no condescension. Just

sorrow.

He didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to.

Because in his eyes, she saw everything. He saw the years he had watched her suffer, the countless times he had patched up wounds no one else knew about, the truths he had kept for her sake. He had always been there. Always.

And that was when it broke everything.

Her shoulders collapsed, and a sound ripped from her chest The tears came like a flood, her cries unrestrained, as if the dam she had built all these years had finally given in.

She sobbed like a child, her fists clenched in the fabric of his coat, her voice cracking in a way that stripped her bare. Every tremble in her shoulders, every gasp between her tears, was a lifetime of pain surfacing all at once- pain that had long gone unnoticed, unspoken, unacknowledged.

Dr. Everett held her tighter, one hand gently cupping the back of her head as if shielding her from a world that had never shown her mercy.

Then, without looking back, he spoke.

“Please leave for now, Mr. DeLuca.”

Marco’s eyes widened. “What? No, I’m not-”

“I said leave.” Everett turned his head, his expression no longer gentle but sharp and commanding as his

protective instinct bled through like a blade unsheathed. “She doesn’t need you here.”

The silence between them was heavy, but Marco felt his presence wasn’t welcome. For now.

He hesitated as his hands clenched at his sides. Then, reluctantly, he stepped back. And without another word, he walked out..

The door clicked softly behind him.

Everett wasted no time. He reached for the door, locked it with a soft snick, and returned to comfort Grace, who had always carried her pain in silence.

He lowered himself beside her again, speaking in the voice only a father could muster for a child who had been hurt for far too long.

“You’re safe now,” he whispered. “I’ve got you, Gracie. I’ve always got you.”

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And finally, she allowed herself to collapse fully into his arms. No defenses. No walls. Just Grace–wounded, weary, and desperately needing someone’s warmth.