Eleanor was in so much pain that she couldn't even speak, her eyes tightly shut, her lashes wet with tears.
She gasped for air, stammering, "It hurts. Please stop."
Asher lowered his gaze, observing her expression. Although he felt sorry for her, his face remained impassive. "Then bear with it."
Time seemed to blur as they moved from the living room sofa to the floor-to-ceiling windows. Eleanor was in constant fear of Aria coming out and seeing them.
Her entire body was numb from the pain. She remained there, like a broken doll, devoid of vitality.
She closed her eyes numbly, her body rigid as it endured wave after wave of intensifying force. Tears silently trickled down her face.
Her state made Asher's heart ache as if it had been ruthlessly cut by a sharp blade.
He gradually eased
