Maris’s expression darkened. The unmistakable aura of Feronia’s magic enveloped Garrett, so powerful that it remained potent even when he faced Adeline. Watching her charge flee from her home, Maris had harbored hope that her friend had heeded her caution. Yet the unfolding events painted a different picture. Garrett’s timely presence was too opportune for Maris to ignore. Eloquen’s parting words flashed through her mind, solidifying her doubts – Feronia was meddling, weaving her influence around Garrett to propel her own schemes, indifferent to the consequences.
With a flick of her wrist, Maris dismissed her looking glass and paced her balcony, her strides echoing the deafening waves below – a reflection of her inner storm. “This is wrong,” she thought, “Feronia has overstepped, manipulating Garrett beyond her purview.” She had neglected her duty as a guardian to mortals, transgressing celestial limits in pursuit of what she deemed humanity’s sole purpose.
Feronia’s brazen act solidified Maris’s resolve – she could no longer trust her friend. With quick steps, she crossed her threshold, her focus fixed on the only solace she had left. Her path was clear as she marched towards Eloquen’s grand marble residence.
Eloquen, poised at his entrance, leaned against a marble pillar with an air of anticipation. His golden gaze, as luminous as his welcoming grin, met Maris as she neared. “Welcome, do come in,” he invited, motioning towards his abode’s grand doorway.
Maris entered, her demeanor somber yet fraught with concern. Eloquen escorted her to the fountain where his magical mirror revealed the reunion between Adeline and Eric. Seated on Eloquen’s chaise, Maris’s furrowed brow betrayed her anxiety. “She intervened just as you surmised,” she conceded, locking eyes with Eloquen’s serene visage.
“I sensed it – the tendrils of her magic enshrouded her charge,” Eloquen remarked, settling beside her. Maris’s gaze drifted from him to the mirror where Eric and Adeline were locked in an intimate embrace.
“Where has Garrett vanished to?” she inquired, her focus returning to Eloquen.
“He’s departed,” Eloquen confirmed, nodding towards the reflective surface. “Shall we see what unfolds next?” he suggested, arranging himself comfortably beside her.
“Please,” Maris whispered, her thoughts filled with turmoil. “We shall.”
Together, they directed their attention to the looking glass. The tender moment shared by Eric and Adeline was noticeable, their bond obvious even to those afar. Eric eased back from Adeline just enough to tenderly brush away her tears. Adeline’s attempt at a smile as she nestled into his broad hand spoke volumes of his devotion – a comfort amidst her conflicted emotions.
“I’m right here,” Eric murmured, his breath a soft caress against Adeline’s ear as he cradled her head in his hands. “Would you like to take a stroll?” Adeline gave a small nod, yet lingered within the sanctuary of his arms. Eric’s lips quirked in a suppressed smile, charmed by her innocence. “There’s no rush,” he whispered tenderly. “I could hold you forever if that’s what you need.”
The warmth of Eric’s voice eased the conflict within Adeline. Stepping back, she sought his eyes, gratitude lacing her tone. “Thanks for coming here,” she said, finding her voice once more. “I needed to get away.”
With a gentle squeeze of her hand, Eric led her away from his SUV and into the woods. “I meant it when I said that I’m here for you,” he assured. Adeline followed beside him in silence. Eric broke the quiet with his steady voice, “Kay’s concerned about you. She said you’ve never reached out to her like this. Do you want to talk about what happened at breakfast?”
Adeline shook her head, her earlier words echoed in her mind. “I’m still trying to sort through what happened,” she admitted. “Just give me some time.”
Eric nodded, the embodiment of patience. “Take all the time you need,” he encouraged as they climbed the familiar path toward Moon’s Channel. Hand in hand, they moved in harmony with the forest’s daytime hum, the soft, dew-covered earth crunching beneath their footsteps.
The walk was refreshing. Reaching the serene clearing of Moon’s Channel, the peacefulness of the landscape washed over Adeline, the steady presence of Eric grounding her. By day, the stream glittered under the sun’s caress, the waterfall casting a golden glow. Daylight here revealed a different charm, a contrast to the night’s enchanting allure.
They arrived at their secluded cave, and a flood of memories greeted Adeline. A blush crept up her cheeks upon discovering the cave’s secret provisions. ‘Eric must have prepared it sometime after we were last here.’ The thought warmed Adeline as Eric stepped away for a moment to retrieve a pair of folding chairs from a chest, setting them by the tranquil water. Drawn to the pool, Adeline peered in, only to be met with the sight of her tousled reflection. With a touch of embarrassment, she attempted to tame her hair with her fingers.
“Come, have a seat,” Eric’s voice beckoned from behind her. “Just relax.” He covered a woolen throw over her body as she settled into the chair.
“Thanks,” she muttered, her voice rough from crying.
Eric offered a comforting smile, handing her a bottle of water. “I wish I could’ve brought more,” he said, glancing back at the chest. “But lighting a fire within the confines of this cave wouldn’t be safe…”
As he knelt patiently before her, Eric’s hands found a gentle rest on her knees, his gaze filled with concern. Adeline opened up, her words spilling forth. “This morning, my mom’s whisper woke me – she had witnessed our kiss last night at our door…” Eric listened intently, giving her time to continue. “She questioned whether I loved you...” Adeline’s voice faded as she looked into Eric’s deep blue eyes. A storm of emotions passed over him, yet he remained silent, offering only a reassuring squeeze on her knee. “I told her that I didn’t know, but I want to explore these new feelings I have.”
Eric’s voice, a gentle whisper, broke the stillness of the cave. “What happened next?” he asked, his tone careful, respectful of her pace. He shifted his chair closer, the soft scrape against the stone echoing faintly in the enclosed space. Their gazes locked; a silent understanding shared in their secret place.
“Mother said that father would be displeased…” Adeline hesitated, the cool moisture of the cave’s air brushing against her skin as she took a sip of water. “That he had plans for me that didn’t include love. As the heir, I’m expected to prioritize the O’Cean legacy above all else.” The bitterness of the admission lingered, and she paused, the chill of the cave becoming apparent with her silence.
In search of strength, Adeline reached for Eric’s hand, their fingers entwining – a lifeline amidst the shadows. “Mom understands the weight of such expectations, and she promised to do her best to support us. However, she advised that for now, to keep our relationship a secret from father.”
Eric shook his head, a soft frown forming as the light from the cave’s entrance flickered across his features. “Even if it weren’t about us, word would inevitably spread to your father.”
Adeline’s nod conveyed her agreement. “That's what I told her,” her voice strained, a whisper lost in the cavern. “Then we joined father and Londyn for breakfast…”
As Adeline’s anxiety surfaced, Eric’s response was a tender gesture, his lips pressing a kiss to her knuckles. The act sent ripples through her, his unwavering gaze a beacon in the gloom.
“Breakfast began on a positive note. I shared my role in the parents’ association event, and we discussed strategy,” she recounted, a hint of irony in her smile. “However, the mood shifted when father introduced the topic of my revised schedule. He decided that Londyn would also step into the family business by assuming some of my responsibilities,” she divulged, her words spilling forth. “Londyn protested, of course, but father wouldn’t listen…” She paused, the memory inflicting visible anguish. “Mother attempted to soothe him, but the conversation shifted. Father spoke of the duties he shouldered, the sacrifices he’s made, and our place as the last of the O’Cean lineage…” Adeline’s voice faltered, overwhelmed by the recollection.
Eric’s patience was soothing for her, his azure gaze a beacon amidst her sorrow. With another tender kiss to her hand, he encouraged her to continue. “Londyn was determined to enjoy her youth. Stubbornly, she said she didn't plan to work until after her education. Until then, she wanted to cherish her school days and friendships. She criticized my compliance, telling me that I should be fighting for my own life,” Adeline continued, tears brimming. “She argued that we’re in the 21st century and that it was our right to live freely, not be held by some outdated legacy.” Another pause, her throat parched, prompted her to take another sip of water.
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“Londyn’s words angered father, his face turned so red. The conversation escalated into a heated argument. Londyn’s defiance met father’s anger while mom tried to pacify them. I sat in silence, feeling powerless…” Adeline admitted, her grasp on Eric tightening. “Father insisted on having the final say, emphasizing the importance of continuing the family name. Without a male successor, the burden falls on us,” she continued, her voice steady despite the emotion. “Mother was deeply hurt by father’s words – she had always hoped for more children. She was only 21 when I was born, it was still possible for her to have the large family she dreamed of.” Adeline defended. “Mom was in tears as she recalled her struggles, the years of fruitless attempts to conceive…”
Overcome with emotion, Adeline turned away from Eric, tears coursing down her cheeks. Eric, with a touch as light as a feather, turned her face back to his, tenderly wiping away her tears. His kisses – a soft blessing on her forehead, cheeks, and closed eyelids – soothed her troubled spirit. A faint smile touched her lips, a glimmer of solace in the depth of his caring gaze.
In the cavern’s hush, their shared silence stretched out, a testament to their bond as resilient as the stone around them. The pool beside them rippled, its gentle undulations resonating through the space, soothing their troubled hearts. Eric’s voice, a soft echo in the quiet, broke the silence. “Addy, look at me,” he urged gently. “No legacy, no duty can dictate the heart,” he said, his words resonating within her as she met his gaze.
Adeline’s breath hitched at the sincerity in his voice, and she found herself leaning closer, drawn by the warmth of his truth. “But the O’Cean name…” she faltered, searching for the words. “I can’t just abandon it. Father isn’t entirely wrong, but we’re all trying – each in our own ways. Aren’t we?” she asked, eyes brimming with hope.
“You’re right,” Eric agreed softly, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. “Your family has faced challenges – the loss of your grandfather, your aunt’s departure from the family – it hasn't been easy for your father. But times change, and with patience, I believe he’ll come around.”
“Maybe,” Adeline conceded, her fingers intertwining with his. “But what about mother? I fled the house after she broke down, unable to bear the sight,” she confessed, her cheeks flushing with shame.
“Why don’t I go back with you?” Eric suggested, tucking a stray lock of her long dark-brown hair behind her ear. “We can face your parents together. You’re not alone in this.”
Adeline nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Would you really?” she asked, her voice soft yet pleading.
“Without question,” he affirmed, rising to assist her. “Together we can face any challenge.”
They stood, the woolen throw slipping to the cavern floor. Eric gathered it swiftly, stowing the chairs away. Hand in hand, they left the cave, the weight of the world heavier upon their exit, yet Adeline’s face was set with determination.
Descending through the forest, Eric pointed out the details of the path, his comforting tone easing her mind, providing a respite from the earlier tension. By the time they reached his SUV, Adeline was resolute, ready to confront her family, her hand firmly clasped in his.
They drove in silence, fingers entwined, each lost in thought as they approached the O’Cean residence. The stillness of the air was unnerving as they exited the vehicle. A sense of urgency swept over Adeline as she rushed for the house, Eric on her heels. They searched the house, calling out with no response. Ascending the grand staircase, Adeline’s voice echoed through the halls, her call met with silence.
“Check your phone,” Eric suggested. She nodded, disappearing into her room. Moments later, she emerged, phone in hand, a flurry of messages awaiting her attention. She dialed her sister, the conversation brief and full of worry. “Yes, I know,” she said, glancing at Eric. “I didn’t have my phone, I’m sorry… I’m on my way.”
Hanging up, she led Eric back to the grand foyer. “They’re at the hospital; mom fainted,” she revealed, her voice filled with emotion.
“I’ll drive you,” Eric offered, guiding her to the car. “Don’t worry, everything will be alright.”
Adeline nodded, her grip on her phone a lifeline, Eric’s words a relief. As he closed her door and circled to the driver’s side, Garrett’s truck arrived unexpectedly. Eric paused, taken aback by his sudden appearance. Garrett approached Adeline with haste, his face a mix of concern and embarrassment. “Why are you here?” she inquired, surprise etched on her features.
Garrett’s eyes flicked to Eric before settling back on Adeline. “I had a feeling you might need me,” he admitted, ears tinged with red.
Eric bit back his words, climbing into his SUV. “Get in; we’re off to the hospital. I’ll fill you in on the way,” he said, urgency lacing his voice.
Garrett complied, sliding into the backseat. As Eric navigated out of the O’Cean estate, he briefed Garrett on the situation while holding firmly onto Adeline’s hand. They reached the hospital swiftly, Adeline springing from the SUV before it came to a complete stop. Garrett and Eric were quick to join her side as they entered the hospital’s main entrance, a united front in the face of uncertainty.
Adeline scanned the hospital lobby, her hand instinctively reaching for Eric’s. He guided her to the reception, his voice steady, “This way.” They inquired about Mrs. O’Cean’s whereabouts at the desk, but before the receptionist could reply, Adeline’s maternal grandfather, the hospital president, appeared.
“Come with me,” he commanded, his tone firm. They trailed behind his brisk pace to the elevator where he pressed the button for the sixth floor, and stepped aside. “Room 623,” he stated curtly, leaving them as the elevator doors closed.
In the ascending elevator, tension hung in the air. Reaching the sixth floor, Eric led them to room 623. Outside, they found Londyn and Mr. O’Cean seated, the latter looking visibly shaken, his head cradled in his hands.
“Dad,” Adeline called out, releasing Eric’s hand and kneeling before her father. “How’s mom?” she asked softly.
Her father lifted his tear-stained face. “Oh Adeline,” he stammered, his eyes reflecting a mix of sorrow and remorse. “What have I done?” Overwhelmed, he buried his face in his hands again.
Londyn gently pulled Adeline to her feet, motioning towards a secluded waiting area. Eric and Garrett followed, closing the door behind them.
The waiting room, stark and silent, offered a sharp contrast to the chaos of emotions. Londyn helped herself to a cup of water, her voice betraying her worry. “She fainted from exhaustion,” she explained. “They’re conducting a thorough examination to rule out any other concerns.”
“Is she awake?” Adeline asked, her footsteps echoing her anxiety.
“Yes,” Londyn confirmed. “A team of doctors and nurses is with her now, assessing for signs of depression.”
“What can we do?” Eric interjected, moving to Adeline’s side to still her restless pacing.
“Nothing yet, we are to wait,” Londyn replied, her eyes grateful. “Thank you for being here.”
“Always,” Eric assured her, his arm encircling Adeline’s shoulder, leading her back to the hallway. “Let’s be there for your father when the doctors emerge.”
Adeline nodded, tears glistening in her eyes as she rejoined her father, who now sat upright. Garrett offered him water, taking a seat beside him.
“Thank you,” Mr. O’Cean murmured, managing a weak smile to Garrett. “Your presence here means a lot.” His gaze then shifted to Adeline, wrapped in Eric’s embrace, and a flicker of anger crossed his face before he composed himself. “And you, Master Landin,” he added, his tone cold and distant.
Adeline, feeling the tension, tightened her grip on Eric. “Dad,” she said with quiet strength. “Eric is more than just a friend; he is my partner. He deserves the same respect you’d give anyone important to me.” Her stance was unwavering, a silent declaration of her commitment.
Their exchange was interrupted by the medical team exiting Mrs. O’Cean’s room. Mr. O’Cean rose to his feet, his posture tense with anticipation.
The lead doctor, clipboard in hand, addressed him. “Mr. O’Cean, your wife’s condition is stable, and we anticipate no long-term complications. She needs rest and should avoid stressful situations. Our psychology care team will be in touch for a follow-up next week. She’s cleared to go home; there’s no need for further observation here.”
With gratitude, Adeline and Eric joined the family and Garrett inside the room. Mrs. O’Cean, bandaged but alert, greeted them with a weary smile.
“Mom,” Adeline and Londyn said in unison, rushing to her bed.
Mrs. O’Cean’s eyes softened as they landed on Eric and Garrett. “Thank you for being there for my daughter,” she said, her gaze lingering on Eric.
Garrett stepped forward with respectful determination. “Sir, ma’am,” he began, his gaze shifting thoughtfully between Mr. and Mrs. O’Cean. “If I may offer a suggestion,” he paused, gauging their receptiveness. “Considering the doctor’s advice, perhaps it’s time for a small vacation. The business is in capable hands,” he assured them, casting a glance towards Adeline for support. She remained silent, her eyes averted, but Garrett pressed on confidently. “I’m ready to assist. Please consider taking the time you need.”
Mr. O’Cean approached his wife, hope in his voice. “Would you like that?”
“That sounds wonderful,” Mrs. O’Cean replied, a spark of joy in her eyes.
“Don’t worry about a thing, I’ll handle the arrangements,” Eric offered, but Garrett interjected with an alternative.
“My aunt’s winery has a B&B,” Garrett suggested, his offer cutting through the tension.
“That sounds perfect,” Mrs. O’Cean beamed. “I’ve always wanted to go.”
“I’ll arrange the transport,” Eric insisted, eager to contribute.
“Thank you, Eric,” Mrs. O’Cean acknowledged with a grateful nod.
Adeline squeezed Eric’s hand, her expression resolute. “We’ll take care of things here.”
The nurse arrived with the discharge papers, a quiet signal that it was time to leave. Together, the family swiftly completed the paperwork. Once completed, Eric assumed the role of chauffeur for Adeline, Garrett, and Londyn’s journey back to the O’Cean estate. The air within his SUV was charged, each passenger lost in their own thoughts, the weight of recent events pressing down upon them. Eric found himself wrestling with an internal storm – Garrett’s sudden prominence was a bitter pill to swallow, yet he held his tongue, fearing that voicing his concerns might only add to Adeline’s already heavy load.