CHAPTER 9
Three weeks passed in quiet, peaceful isolation at the mountain estate, surrounded by the crisp smell of pine trees and the gentle breeze from the lake.
Emma’s body rested, her strength returned, and the deep, dark circles beneath her eyes faded into a healthy, glowing radiance.
Nathan spent every single hour by her side, managing his vast global corporate empire from a private desk setup inside her suite.
He personally prepared her meals, monitored her medication schedule, and sat beside her for hours just feeling their son kick beneath her skin.
For the first time in their tumultuous marriage, there were no secrets, no hidden phone calls, and no sudden midnight departures with armed men.
One evening, as the setting sun painted the Nevada sky in deep shades of crimson, pink, and gold, Emma sat on the terrace overlooking the water.
Nathan stepped out behind her, wrapping a warm cashmere blanket over her shoulders and sliding his arms gently around her broad waist.
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"What are you thinking about?" Nathan asked softly, resting his chin against her shoulder as they watched the gentle waves lap against the shore.
"I'm thinking about how much I missed you," Emma admitted quietly, leaning her head back against his sturdy chest with a soft sigh. "Even when I was running... I missed you every single day."
