Chapter 73

• The night in the Sydney mansion was quiet, wrapped in silence that only the soft rustling of leaves or the distant chirping of crickets disturbed. In the master suite, Ken lay awake on his bed, his body still, legs frozen under the blanket, but his mind was racing. He hadn't been able to sleep since evening.
• He couldn't stop thinking about Cynthia.Her laugh. The way her eyes softened when she looked at him. The gentle touch of her fingers on his skin when she helped him. The moment she leaned in to blow into his eyes earlier that day, searching for a nonexistent speck of dust. The way her lips felt against his warm, open, hesitant, yet honest. That kiss had awakened something in him, something he hadn't felt in years. Not just attraction but longing.
• He was drawn to her. Cynthia did not just help his body; she was healing his soul, unknowingly piecing together parts of him that had shattered after his life fell apart. He could feel it.