Bastian - Chapter 145 - Just a little more - WoopRead
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✧Just a little more✧
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His blue eyes struggled to focus and although they looked at her, they seemed glazed over, as if trying to look at a memory.
Slowly, those blue eyes became clear and focused. She was still held a hand to his chest, feeling the comforting rhythm of his heart. A moment ago, when he was suffering from nightmares, it was beating like a drum.
Before she could say anything to Bastian, his eyes fluttered and were closed again, he lay back and was a lot more calm in his sleep or at least, Odette thought so, until Bastian squirmed deeper into her.
All Odette could do was blink in confusion as Bastian nuzzled into the nape of her neck. His arms wrapped around her and held her close. As if being chased by something, he was trying to curl up on her lap, but he was far too big for that.
He clung to her fiercely and Odette could not pull herself out of his grasp. Instead, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him to her, stroking his back. It was something she was used to doing, back when Tira used to have horrible nightmares. Though he was a lot different to her younger sister's frame.
After correcting his awkward position, Odette carefully pulled up the blanket and wrapped it around him. By hugging, they balanced each other's body temperature, even his temperature not fully returning to normal, he was now in a stable condition.
The room fell back into still silence, even Bastian's hard breathing settled to a barely audible murmur.
Odette was lost for what to do now. As she brushed a strand of hair from his face, her head was a blizzard of questions.
What were they going to do now?
Could they forgive each other after so much hate?
Would they be able to move forward or was this just a brief reprieve from all the abuse?
Odette hugged Bastian more tightly.
The shadows of her eyes drifted across their shared bed, a shipwreck adrift in the starless sea, journeying ceaselessly until dawn's gentle light painted the edge of the horizon.
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"How could you do this to me, Father?" Theodora Klauswitz screamed.
Tears flowed down her puffy red cheeks like a water fall as the echoes of her shouts resounded through the mansion. "Please, help me one more time. If we don't stop the draft by the end of the week, shipping will collapse and you know who's waiting to swallow it whole," Theodora was shouting down the receiver.
-The tables have turned, came the voice on the other end. 'Even if you were able to block the bill, it will change nothing.-
"But if you give up, what about Franz? Please at least think of him... ."
-Don't you say his name to me, I never want to hear it again. That kid is no longer related to our family!-
"But, father..."
-No, the relationship with Klauswitz ends here. If you refuse to divorce him, I will have no choice but to cut you off too.-
Viscount Oswald had been someone that would have done anything for his daughter. He even let her marry a man who already had a wife. So she knew that if her father turned her back to her, there would be no room to compromise.
Franz's scandalous painting would ultimately deeply affect the entire family. This, coupled with the significant losses from Bastian's scheme, spelled the inevitable downfall of Berg's railway tycoon, Jeff Klauswitz. He had the opportunity to rescue the rest of his business by letting go of the railroad company, but instead, he made a grave mistake by losing his temper and acting impulsively.
