Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 339

Chapter 339

The door opened, and Blake entered with a doctor. I quickly ended the call, shoving the phone under my pillow.

“Who was that? Blake asked, his eyes searching mine.

‘No one,” I replied, avoiding his gaze as my fingers nervously twisted the blanket.

The doctor approached, checking my pupil response, blood pressure, and temperature while asking about headaches or nausea. I answered mechanically, my mind still reeling from Claire’s threats.

The physical examination shows good results,” the doctor finally announced to both of us. ‘Nothing serious, just an extended period of unconsciousness dae to emotional distress. I recommend rest and staying calm. You can be discharged today.”

Blake nodded gratefully as the doctor packed up his instruments and left.

After closing the door behind the doctor, Blake turned back to me. I was already attempting to sit up.

“How long was I unconscious?” I asked, my voice stronger now.

Blake moved closer, his hands gently steadying my shoulders. “Two days.” He pointed to his unshaven face as evidence.

I looked directly into his eyes. “Tell me what happened during those two days. Is Caroline’s case being reopened?” My tone was firm, demanding answers.

Instead of responding, Blake pulled me into an embrace, his voice low against my hair. “You scared me so much these past days. His arms tightened around me, as if he feared I might disappear.

I noticed how his suit hung loosely on his frame. He’s lost weight, I thought. Why is peace always so elusive for us?

When he released me, his face was etched with guilt. “This is my fault. I should have taken you straight back to Seaside Manor. None of this would have happened.”

I shook my head, my voice calm. “Even if I’d gone home, something else would have triggered this. Some things are inevitable. My fingers smoothed a wrinkle on his suit jacket.

Blake took my hand, his eyes pleading. “Promise me you won’t put yourself in danger again. Let me handle things, or at least let me protect you.”

His intensity is overwhelming. I don’t know if I can bear it. I need time to think about us, but there are more pressing matters right now.

“I’m sorry for worrying you,” I said softly. “Let’s go back to Seaside Manor. You need to rest too.” I deliberately changed the subject.

Blake raised his hand to caress my cheek, his touch lingering and tender. I felt my face flush and instinctively moved away from his too–intense gaze, gently lowering his hand.

Blake’s POV:

Anna cleared her throat and shifted to a more serious expression, effectively changing the subject.

“How’s Nora doing? What’s happening with Secret Space? I need to see Michael later,” she asked urgently.

Her eyes grew sad as she added, “Did anyone die because of me?”

I watched as Anna once again put everyone else before herself, and felt a wave of helplessness wash over me. She’d just regained consciousness, and her first thoughts were for others, not her own safety.

“You’re always like this,” I sighed. “Caring about everyone except yourself. My gaze was filled with concern, while internally i thing she might do next.

Anna shook her head. “I feel fine. I know my own body,”