Chapter 155

**Chapter 155**

**Lola**

She stirred awake, the rhythmic sound of breathing filling the air around her. It wasn’t the sterile, mechanical noise of machines; rather, it was the deep, human breath of someone worn out from exhaustion.

Her ribs throbbed with a dull ache, and the skin beneath the tight gauze felt like it was on fire. Yet, as she blinked her eyes open, clarity began to seep in, replacing the fog that had clouded her mind.

With a gentle, cautious movement, she turned her head and caught sight of him—Enzo. He was slumped in the recliner beside her bed, his long legs awkwardly bent, his head resting against the armrest in a way that looked uncomfortable. His suit jacket lay crumpled on the floor, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows, revealing hands that were still wrapped, the bandages crisscrossing over split knuckles. Even in slumber, he appeared as if he had been chiseled from stone, his jaw set with determination, bruises marring his skin like shadows of a battle fought.

A pang of sorrow twisted in her chest. God, he looked utterly wrecked. This was the man who always maintained an ironclad exterior, who never allowed himself to show weakness. And yet here he was, visibly worn down, a testament to the turmoil they had faced together.

“Enzo,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, softer than the air around them.