Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 1157 Chapter 1159: Maia lifted her gaze to Carsen. Though he carried himself with stern professionalism, she had come to understand that he was a healer at heart. "Thank you." Carsen shook his head. "There's no need for thanks. I'm only fulfilling my duty. What matters most is that you train until your hands are perfectly steady. Everything else can wait." With that, he crossed to the office door and rested his hand on the knob. "I've told you everything I needed to. Go see him now." Maia rose to her feet and gave a small nod. "Thank you, Dr.

Walsh." Just as she reached for the handle, Carsen's voice came again. "Even while delirious, he kept whispering your name." Maia's fingers clenched at his words. She gave a quiet acknowledgment before stepping out. In the hospital room, the curtains hung half-closed, letting a thin beam of light spill across the bed. The monitor's steady beeping filled the silence. Chris had already stirred awake. A dull ache lingered in his head, but his breathing came easier than before. At that moment, the door opened, and he caught sight of a figure he knew well.

Her expression, though, was heavy with worry, her eyes shadowed with concern. Maia dragged a chair to the bedside and lowered herself into it. She reached forward and carefully wrapped her hand around Chris'. Chris' skin carried a lingering warmth. "Are you still in pain?" Maia asked in a hushed voice, her grip tightening as though her heart were echoing the strain. Chris lifted his gaze to Maia, his lips parting faintly. : ⲁν⫺ Maia leaned closer, waiting to catch his words. Maia and Chris shared a bond so deep that distance never weakened it.

The only sound in the hospital room was the steady ticking of the monitor. The curtains were drawn, slicing the light into a narrow strip. Chris shifted his head just enough. Right then, Maia's face appeared in front of him, close enough for him to notice the shimmer along her lashes and the concern she tried to keep hidden. Her familiar scent lingered around him. Days apart had stretched his patience thin, and the moment he saw her, Chris' longing surged forward like a river finally breaking free into the sea. Chris wanted nothing more than to hold Maia tightly.

Still, he understood that the moment wasn't his to claim. With a faint curve of his lips, he whispered, "It hurts... it still hasn't stopped." Then, almost playfully, he softened his voice. "But the instant you walked in, the pain slipped away. Tell me honestly, Maia, do you have some secret gift that makes my headaches disappear?" Maia's gaze lingered on his eyes. A playful spark glimmered there, softened by an affection he could never hide. . . .