Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 502

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The second they got out of the car, Aaron and Camila hurried inside, making a beeline straight for the study.

But when they got there, they were met with something unexpected—the study door was wide open, and Dennis Williams was nowhere to be seen.

The bodyguard stationed outside looked frazzled and anxious.

“Where’s Mr. Williams?” Aaron demanded.

The bodyguard quickly replied, “He’s in the bathroom, sir.”

Aaron frowned. “The bathroom? What’s he doing in there?”

The bodyguard looked just as confused. “We’re not sure, sir. Mr. Williams came out of the study a couple minutes ago and went straight in there—said something about needing a shower.”

Aaron’s eyebrows shot up. This was weird. He rushed down the hall and into the bathroom.

What he saw made him stop in his tracks: Dennis Williams, still fully dressed, was standing under the running water, soaked from head to toe.

Aaron’s heart skipped a beat. Dennis looked like hell—his face was twisted in pain, his knuckles white as he tried to hold onto the showerhead. It slipped from his grasp and clattered to the tile floor.

Aaron’s voice shook as he yelled out, “Camila! Get in here, now! Something’s wrong with Dennis!”

Camila, who’d been just outside, heard the panic in Aaron’s tone and dashed in without hesitation.

She took one look at Dennis and felt her stomach drop. His face was contorted with pain; sweat—or was it water?—dripped down his temple, and his eyes were bloodshot and wild.

“Dennis? Hey, talk to me!” Camila rushed to shut off the water and tried to help him out of the shower. “Where does it hurt? Tell me what’s wrong.”

No matter what, she thought, he can’t stay in here like this. Whatever was happening, he needed help—and fast.

Aaron, thinking quickly, grabbed a towel from the rack.

But as they tried to get Dennis out of the bathroom, Camila’s shoulder accidentally bumped the door. It swung shut with a loud bang, startling her so much that she let go of Dennis for just a moment.

Camila had always known Dennis as the calm, buttoned-up type. She’d never seen him so out of control, so… wild. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest, her thoughts turning to mush.

Some tiny voice in her head screamed that this wasn’t right—something was seriously off.

She started to realize, as a doctor, that Dennis’s burning hot skin and erratic behavior weren’t just from stress. He was feverish—no doubt about it. But how did this happen, in his own house? Who could’ve possibly done this to him?

Just then, Dennis’s lips left hers, trailing hot, desperate kisses along her jaw, down her neck, finally lingering at her earlobe. He nipped at it, teasing her, and Camila’s body jolted with adrenaline. Her mind snapped back.

Enough. She had to act—now.

While Dennis was distracted, Camila slipped one hand free and reached into the small pouch she always carried. In a flash, she pulled out a hypodermic needle, already loaded with a sedative.

Before Dennis even realized what was happening, she jabbed it into the pressure point at the back of his neck.

Within seconds, Dennis went limp, his strength draining away as he slumped against her.

Camila caught him before he could hit the floor, lowering both of them down gently, her own legs trembling as she sat there, cradling his unconscious body on the cold bathroom tiles.