62. "Re-Love: Vivienne Awakens Her Memories of Lucien"

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Vivienne, her eyes filled with a mixture of relief and lingering anxiety, reached out and gently held Lucien's hand.

Her touch conveyed a multitude of emotions, love, and unwavering devotion, as her voice trembled with suppressed emotions. "You scared me, Lucien. I couldn't bear the thought of losing you. Please, take the time you need to heal. We'll be right here by your side."

Butler James, ever the pillar of strength, exuded an air of quiet determination.

His voice, though tinged with concern, carried an underlying resolve as he addressed Lucien. "Master, your well-being is of utmost importance to me. Rest assured, I will see to it that everything is taken care of. Your recovery is our top priority."

Maid Simran, her eyes brimming with compassion, stood silently by Lucien's bedside, her presence offering a sense of solace and support.

She knew that her steadfast dedication would be felt in the smallest of gestures, be it a comforting touch or a gentle word of encouragement.

"What...did you remember me, now!" Lucien said with shivering voice ignoring everyone else words as Vivienne words and emotion on her face has stunned him and made his emotional a little.

"Hmmm...I am sorry for forgetting about you and for hurting you!" Vivienne tear came out from her eyes as she held his hand tightly and kept apologising.

The room fell into a stunned silence as comprehension dawned on the faces of the onlookers.

A mixture of surprise and delight washed over them as they realized the significance of what had just transpired.

Overwhelmed with joy for their friends, three of the witnesses quietly slipped out of the room, leaving Lucien and Vivienne to revel in their rediscovered bond.

"Thank Goodness," Aria Mael sighed with relief, her eyes shimmering with happiness.

She couldn't bear to see Vivienne suffer, mourning the loss of such a remarkable and dependable man. Now, those tears could be replaced with tears of joy.

Simran joined in the celebration, her voice filled with elation. "Yeah, it's absolutely fantastic that Mistress Vivienne's memories of Master Sterling have returned. This is truly wonderful news!"

Butler James, though his outward demeanor remained composed, felt a quiet satisfaction bubbling within him.

"This incident, though tragic, has proven to be a stroke of fortune in disguise," he remarked, his voice tinged with a mix of contentment and vindication.

With a cold glint in his eyes, Butler James excused himself from their midst, a palpable anger seething within him. His thoughts were consumed by his growing animosity towards Nathaniel, the perpetrator responsible for this upheaval.

Nathaniel, undergoing treatment and awaiting trial in a cold, desolate police jail cell, felt an involuntary shiver crawl down his spine—a foreboding sense of impending consequences.

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Inside the room,

"I am sorry...I...!" Vivienne's tear-streaked face crumpled as she found herself alone with Lucien, the weight of her emotions crashing over her like a relentless tide.

"Shhhhhh...!" Lucien gently reached out, his hand gliding across Vivienne's damp cheeks, wiping away the trails of sorrow. His touch, like a feather's caress, sought to calm her trembling form.

"It's okay... now," he murmured, his voice a soothing melody that resonated deep within Vivienne's shattered heart.

Each word, tenderly woven, offered solace and understanding in the face of her overwhelming guilt.

Vivienne's emotions swirled within her, a tempestuous mix of remorse and longing. She knew, deep down, that Lucien did not blame her, but that knowledge only intensified her anguish.

In that tender moment, as Lucien's touch brushed away her tears, Vivienne's mind flooded with fragmented memories, precious fragments of a time when they had been together.

The scene unfolded before her, as vivid as a watercolor painting brought to life.

She could see the desperate urgency in Lucien's eyes, his once-strong form weakened and battered.

The details of the past eluded Vivienne, obscured by a haze of forgotten recollections, but her pounding headache served as a painful reminder of what she should have remembered all along.

The weight of guilt pressed upon her heart, as she gazed at Lucien with eyes filled with sadness, her expression revealing her heartfelt remorse for the turmoil she had caused within their relationship.

"I always manage to hurt you, despite your unwavering support and constant assistance," Vivienne uttered, her voice trembling with a mix of regret and self-blame.

She believed herself to be the cause of Lucien's pain, twice over, as the realization of Nathaniel's attack settled within her thoughts. It was meant for her, but Lucien had shielded her with his own body, incurring injuries instead.

"No... it's not your fault. This happened because of my carelessness," Lucien responded, his voice firm yet gentle as he shook his head, attempting to shoulder the blame for his own wounds.

Vivienne's tears flowed freely now, their presence unveiling a vulnerability she had concealed since her childhood, a vulnerability she now exposed to Lucien.

With a quivering breath, she wrapped her arms around him, seeking solace and comfort in his embrace. Her head found its resting place upon his chest, her arms encircling his neck, drawing him closer.

Lucien, with a tenderness born from deep affection, continued to stroke her hair gently, the rhythmic motion of his hand against her head accompanied by soft, soothing whispers that caressed her ear.

"It's alright now, my love. Everything is fine," Lucien murmured, his voice a balm to her wounded spirit.

In this moment, their connection transcended the physical, as the weight of their shared experiences and unspoken emotions enveloped them both. Time seemed to stand still, granting them a sanctuary within each other's arms.

Together, they found solace amidst the remnants of pain and regret, seeking solace in the unbreakable bond they had forged.

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"Hello, Mr. Andrew!" Butler James's voice sliced through the air like a blade of ice, its chilling tone betraying his resolve.

On the other end of the call stood Andrew Lee, a man who had meticulously prepared a trove of evidence to ensure that this disturbing episode would never repeat itself.

Their objective was clear—to demonstrate to those scoundrels the dire consequences they would face for daring to meddle with Master Sterling.

Every word Butler spoke resonated with a palpable intensity, his voice as frigid as the depths of winter.

The evidence Andrew had amassed would ensure that Nathaniel and his lackeys would find themselves imprisoned behind cold, steel bars for a decade or more.

Moreover, Butler made it clear that even if the influential Delacroix family attempted to intervene, they would pay a severe price.

They would have to shed a piece of their own flesh to even consider securing Nathaniel's release.

"Is everything ready, Butler James?" Andrew's voice exuded unwavering confidence, revealing that he had taken all the necessary steps to ensure their victory.

He had already engaged their skilled legal attorney, Sterling Family Lawyer and provided him with the evidence required to solidify their case.

The outcome seemed to be well within their grasp.

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