Chapter 53 That Feels Pretty Good

Marielle Duvall fell asleep with her phone still in her arms. This torment—she had endured it day and night for five long years. She had grown almost numb to it. Rowan Blackwood awoke shivering in the dead of night. He glanced around—no blanket, nothing. He knew Marielle's leg made it hard for her to move, so maybe she wouldn't cover him herself. But couldn't she at least have asked a nurse? He remembered how she had once guarded him fiercely—never letting him feel cold or hungry. No matter how cold he acted, she had loved him just the same. Was this his punishment? Rowan sighed, yet couldn't shake the worry gnawing at him. He crept into her room. Her pillow lay abandoned beside her, the blanket half-slipped off. This woman—when had she gotten so bad at looking after herself? He gently tucked the pillow under her head. As he pulled the blanket up, he saw the phone in her hand. Locked screen. But then—a WeChat message from Duncan Thorne flickered: "I'll never want anyone but you for the