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The Attention 91

The Attention 91

ashton had pret sprinted that fast in his life 

Still, by the time he dragged Mirabelle out of the water, her lips were blue, her borly limp in his ar 

He was too fucking slowe 

He knew it the moment her head lolled back and she didn’t open ter eyes

He laid her down on the poolside tiles, soaking wet and icecold

Tired her head, checked her airway, locked his hands over her stem and pumped

Fast Hard 

A sick, ugly rhythm that scared the hell out of him

Then mouthtomouthhis breath into hers, again and again, his heart hammering so loud it drowned out everything else

Come on, Mirabelle

Finally, she jerked

Coughed

Water poured from her mouth and splattered against his chest

Her eyes stayed shut, but her breathing started

Shallow, ragged, each gasp like it hurt

Ashton scooped her up, holding her tight against him, and tore back into the house

The party noise hit him like a slaplaughing, music, chatter

He didn’t slow down

Took the stairs three at a time, ignoring the stunned faces and dropped glasses

Every head turned

Every mouth hung open

But no one stopped him

Maids scrambled behind him, arms loaded with towels and blankets

Ashton kicked open his bedroom door

He laid her down carefully on the bed, the thick duvet pulled around her, tucking her in tight

She looked so small, trembling like a leaf

Her dress was soaked through, plastered to her skin

The silk shawl was a soggy tangle knotted at her elbow

Ashton wrapped his arms around her, blanket and all, pulling her into his chest

More blankets!he barked. Get the shower on. Full heat.‘ 

Mirabelle’s eyelids fluttered like she was caught in a nightmare

Her breaths came in short bursts, her mouth halfopen

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He touched her face

Ice

His own hands weren’t exactly warm either

Mirabelle,he said quietly, leaning close. Mirabelle, can you hear ne?‘ 

Nothing 

Not even a twitch

Mr Laurent, the bath’s ready!a maid called from the doorway

Ashton lifted Mirabelle again, cradling her like a baby, and strode into the en suite

Steam billowed from the tub

He stepped straight in, shoes and all, then knelt and lowered her into the water, still fully clothed

The second her skin hit the water, she lost it

No! No!she thrashed like she was being electrocuted, nails digging into his forearm

Shh. Shh, Mirabelle, it’s me. It’s not the pool. You’re safe.‘ 

She fought harder, slippery and fast, elbow smashing into his chest so hard he staggered

The breath punched out of him

Jesus. He hadn’t realised she could hit like that

Mirabelle,he said, dragging her into his lap, one arm locking around her ribs as he pulled her back from the water

She clung to him like she’d drown if she let go

His gut tightened

He’d seen people in shock, but this was something else

He cupped her cheeks. Talk to me, Mirabelle. What’s going on?‘ 

Her eyes flicked wildly, not quite focusing

She looked like she was stuck in something he couldn’t see

For a second, he didn’t move

Couldn’t

Every instinct screamed at him to fix it, but he didn’t know what the hell he was fighting

He picked her up again and carried her back to the bed

She shivered the whole way, silent, small

As soon as her body touched the mattress, some of the tension eased from her limbs

Not much. But enough

A faint sound slipped from her lipsa low, broken moan

Ashton didn’t think she knew she’d made it

He felt it more than heard it

Chapter 91 Ashton’s POV Net Fost Enough 

It cut straight through him

He pulled her closer

Not tight enough to hurt. Just enough to make sure she knew she wasn’t alone

Her lashes flickered, and her eyes blinked openclouded, confused, distant

He held her face, thumb brushing her cheek

His voice softened

Mirabelle. What happened?‘ 

She shook her head, barely

Her hand clutched at his sleeve

Someonesomeone dragged me inHer voice trembled, words slurring, breath short. It was Brooke” 

His blood iced

He hadn’t caught most of it, just the name

He curled his hand around her shoulder, firm enough to anchor her

Look at me.His voice was calm, but ironthreaded. Say it again. What did she do?‘ 

She mumbled something broken, a rasp more than a sentence, trembling harder in his arms

Her mind was slipping fast, like she was underwater and drifting deeper every second

Ashton recalled what he’d seen earlier

Saving Mirabelle from drowning had been his only thought

But now that the panic was ebbing, he remembered there’d been someone else

A woman, climbing up from the other end of the pool

He hadn’t spared her a second glance at the time

Mr Laurent?A maid’s soft voice broke through the haze behind him

She was holding a stack of neatly folded clothes. Should we help Mrs Laurent change into something dry?‘ 

Ashton stood. Give me the clothes.‘ 

The maid hesitated but handed them over

Leave the room.‘ 

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Everyone cleared out

Ashton crouched down beside the bed and gently pulled away the duvet

The white dress clung to her body like a second skin, soaked through, transparent in all the wrong places

He pulled one of the thick towels off the chair and wrapped it around her shoulders

Mirabelle,he said softly, brushing a wet strand of hair from her cheek. I need to get you dry. You’re safe now. It’s me. Ashton.‘ 

She flinched when he tugged at the zipper on her dress, a feeble jerk that didn’t last

Her fingers gripped his wrist for a second, then let go, as if recognising his touch

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Chapter 91 Ashton’s POV: Not Fast Enough 

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You’re safe now,he murmured again. It’s just me.‘ 

He peeled the dress off, slowly, carefully

Her skin was cold and slick, goosebumps running up her arms

He draped the first towel over her and started drying her off, slow circular movements, paying attention to her limbs, her back, her neck

She didn’t protest, not really

She just shivered, chest rising and falling like she couldn’t quite settle into her own body

Then came the bra and panties

Ashton hesitated, the towel paused midair

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