Aww Seven Exes Begged Cute Blocked novel Chapter 93

**A Promise Written on the Rusted Edge of Time by Dael Rowan Sire**

Ethan’s heart plummeted at her words, each syllable striking him like a physical blow. The weight of her dismissal hung heavily in the air, suffocating him as he watched her retreating figure, her silhouette growing smaller with each step. His hand, once poised to reach out, fell limply to his side, defeated.

His weary eyes began to glisten, the sting of unshed tears blurring his vision. A tidal wave of helplessness and despair crashed over him, quickening his breath as he fought to regain his composure. How had it come to this? The café around him faded into a blur, the chatter and clinking of dishes becoming a distant hum as he sat in the corner, lost in his tumultuous thoughts for what felt like an eternity.

As the café prepared to close, a server approached his table, concern etched on her face. “Hey, are you okay?” she asked gently, breaking through the fog of his despair. Ethan blinked, finally snapping back to reality, and handed over the small bag he had clutched tightly, his voice barely above a whisper as he requested a favor.

Meanwhile, Avery was grappling with her own discomfort, her leg still swollen despite the ice pack that had provided some relief. The pain was a constant reminder of her injury, nagging at her as she tried to focus on anything else. Dinner was a luxury she could not afford that night; the thought of food felt distant and uninviting.

Her parents, ever attentive, brought a steak to her room, their faces reflecting a mix of concern and frustration as they took in the sight of her injured leg. “What happened?” her mother asked, her voice laced with worry. The server, who had come to deliver towels, overheard their conversation and chimed in, attempting to ease the tension.

When they learned that the hotel sold medicine for a steep price of 100 euros, her parents didn’t hesitate to purchase it, desperate to alleviate their daughter’s pain. Soon, the server returned, medicine in hand, but Avery felt a flicker of doubt as she eyed the unopened box. Something didn’t sit right with her. Just this afternoon, a cleaning lady had informed her that the hotel didn’t sell any medication. How could that have changed in such a short span of time?

Before she could voice her suspicions, her father had already begun applying the medicine, his hands steady and reassuring. “Avery, we’ve already paid for it. Let’s not dwell on where it came from. We need to focus on getting you better first,” he said, his tone firm yet gentle.

“Exactly,” her mother added, her brow furrowing with concern. “You’re in rough shape. Can you even walk tomorrow? Maybe we should rest a couple of days before heading to Iceland.”

Avery’s heart warmed at their concern, and she felt a wave of reassurance wash over her as they worked to calm her down. After a night of fitful sleep, she awoke to find that while her leg still bore the marks of bruises, the pain had diminished significantly. With renewed hope, the family set off for Iceland, eager to embrace the adventures that awaited them.

The reunion with her aunt was nothing short of exhilarating. After such a long separation, the two women embraced tightly, their laughter ringing out as they fell effortlessly into conversation. It felt as though they had never been apart, and Avery relished every moment spent with her aunt, who had always been a source of joy and wisdom.

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