The Bond Between Us (Anastasia and Herman) novel Chapter 942

The one who falls in love first always loses.

Hanna fell first, so she was destined to lose.

Rowan fell for Anastasia before she ever noticed him—so he lost, too.

Hanna grumbled as she fixed up Rowan’s wound yet again.

“Your stitches keep splitting open and healing up, then splitting again. I’m telling you, if it happens one more time, I’m out of tricks. Can’t you try taking better care of yourself?”

Rowan’s wounds were red and swollen, refusing to heal. Every time the stitches were removed and redone, it just made things worse—more pain for him, and more risk of infection.

Last night, Rowan came home with a fever from an infection, barely able to keep his eyes open.

He’d need at least three months of rest to fully recover, the doctor said.

Hanna’s heart ached for him, but she was secretly a little relieved, too.

She hated seeing him suffer, but his injury meant he had to stay put. She could watch over him every day.

Her hands were gentle, doing her best not to hurt him.

Rowan didn’t make a sound the whole time. His mind was somewhere else, lost in memories of Anastasia’s embrace—he could almost feel her scent and warmth still lingering in the air.

…

Anastasia finally met up with Herman.

The second she spotted him, she ran over and jumped into his arms, laughing. Herman caught her easily, smiling as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“So, what do you want for dinner tonight? I’m taking you out—we need to celebrate.”

Anastasia grinned and teased, “What could possibly taste better than you?”

She was in such a good mood that she playfully bit his neck.

“You little minx,” Herman said, giving her waist a squeeze, eyes full of affection. “Keep it up and I might just have to punish you right here.”

They were right in the middle of the street, Anastasia wrapped around him like a koala, getting more than a few curious looks from people passing by.

No matter how open-minded people claim to be, there are always some who think affection should be kept behind closed doors.

Even in an age where corsets are history, some folks are still trapped in old-fashioned thinking.

Anastasia couldn’t care less. She was happy and wanted to share that joy with Herman.

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