?<strong>Chapter 810:</strong>


    As night settled in, only Joelle and Adrian remained in the hospital room. Joelle offered Adrian water, but before she could pull back, he grabbed her wrist. “Stay away from thatwyer.”


    Joelle was caught off guard, both irritated and amused. “Can you focus on getting better first, you jealous fool?”


    “Promise me,” Adrian insisted, his gaze intense. “Joelle, you’re mine.”


    Unable to keep her emotions in check any longer, Joelle set the cup down with a sharp clink, her frustration pouring out.


    “What gives you the right to make such demands of me? You rushed into danger without a second thought, throwing yourself into harm’s way to save others. Then you justy there in aa. Do you even know how terrified I was when you were in trouble? You yed the hero, but did you ever stop to think about what would happen to me and our daughters?”


    “Joelle, I—”


    Joelle cut him off sharply, her voice unwavering. “If you’re really worried that I’ll leave you for someone else, then start cherishing your life more than anyone else! I don’t care if you’re out there saving the world or ying the hero. If you die, I’ll remarry the first chance I get!”


    “You wouldn’t dare!”


    Adrian attempted to sit up in agitation, but Joelle easily held him down with a firm hand.


    In that moment, he feltpletely defeated as a man.


    “Promise me,” Joelle insisted, her voice quieter but full of weight.


    Adrian saw the tears shimmering in Joelle’s eyes, threatening to spill over. She never nagged like this, and hearing her now, Adrian could feel the pressure she had been carrying alone for so long.


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    He wasn’t angry with Joelle—he was angry with the people who thought they could take advantage of his absence.


    Adrian reached up, cradling the back of Joelle’s head gently.


    No words were necessary. The way their lips met in a desperate, passionate kiss said everything.


    The two of them, tangled in each other’s arms beneath the soft moonlight, felt the coldness between them melt away.


    The warmth that slowly enveloped them reced all the istion and tension, spreading through them both.


    Joelle clung to Adrian, squeezing herself onto the hospital bed, savoring the feeling of him close again.


    There were no children, no distractions, no challenges—just the two of them.


    Quietly. Simply.


    Their fingers intertwined, the warmth of their touch grounding them in this fleeting moment. Once again, they found the courage to face whatever life and death might throw at them together.


    Half a monthter, Adrian had mostly recovered. Joelle and Adrian decided to donate Raelyn’s funds, establishing two foundations.


    With Adrian’s health restored, theyunched three public welfare projects under Miller Group.


    It was their way of using their wealth for good—a gesture of gratitude for the trials they had endured. They believed that this act would lead to brighter days ahead.


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