Chapter 118 Regrets

• Damian stood by Aurora’s bedside, his hands in his pockets as he looked down at her. The soft beeping of the machines filled the room, but all he could focus on was her face. She looked so small, so fragile, like a doll that could break at any moment.
• He leaned down, brushing a strand of hair away from her forehead. Her skin felt cold under his fingers, and it sent a pang through his chest. Slowly, he pressed a kiss to her forehead, letting his lips linger there for a moment.
• “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice soft but filled with pain. “For everything.”