Chapter 376
- A kind nurse hovered nearby and whispered, careful and soft, “Sir, she’s already gone. Please… put her down.”
- Joaquin Latham held the woman in his arms like she was made of glass, terrified that if he loosened his grip even a little, she’d vanish.
- He couldn’t let her go. Zayla Steele was a piece of flesh growing from his own heart; putting her down felt like yanking out his ribs. How could he bear it?