Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1195: Chapter 1195 Garage

Bella was like a cat startled from sleep, she latched onto Ross again, burying herself against him before either man could react.

Ross cursed under his breath as he caught her to keep her from falling.

Sebastian felt his temper snap tight.

The sight alone was unbearable.

At least she was still wearing her armor.

The rigid plates and leather dulled the contact, kept it from being too intimate—too real.

Even so, the way her head rested against Ross’s chest, the way her arms curled around him so naturally, made it look painfully close.

Too close.

Ross exhaled and let out a short, incredulous laugh.

"So," he said lightly, breaking the tension, "do we have a threesome now?"

The words were a mistake.

Sebastian’s glare sharpened instantly, his hand tightening into a fist.

"Say that again," he growled, "and I will forget that she’s the problem right now."

Ross raised an eyebrow but wisely shut up.

Despite his usual attitude, he adjusted his position instead, shifting so Bella could rest without sliding off him.

Slowly, her breathing evened out, her body going limp as sleep claimed her completely.

She didn’t let go.

Not even an inch.

Night settled around them, heavy and oppressive.

The fire crackled softly, sending flickering shadows across the trees.

In the end, the only arrangement that worked was the most frustrating one of all.

Ross lay back on the makeshift bed, staring up at the dark canopy, Bella sprawled on top of him as if she belonged there, sleeping soundly and peacefully.

Sebastian sat a short distance away, his back against a tree, arms crossed, eyes never leaving them.

He didn’t sleep.

Every small movement made his jaw tighten.

Every quiet breath Bella took felt like a knife twisting deeper into his chest.

Anger, jealousy, fear—none of it faded as the night dragged on.

While Bella slept as if nothing was wrong, Sebastian remained awake until dawn, watching, waiting, and wondering what unseen force had stolen his wife from him—even while she was right in front of his eyes.

Morning crept in slowly, pale light filtering through the gaps in the trees and the thin fabric of their makeshift shelter.

Bella stirred, a dull pressure weighing on her chest and a strange stiffness in her limbs.

For a brief moment, she was disoriented, caught between sleep and waking.

Then she realized she was on top of someone.

Her body went rigid.

Bella lifted her head inch by inch, afraid of what she would see.

Dark fabric filled her vision first, then the unmistakable rise and fall of a man’s chest beneath her palms.

Ross.

Her breath caught sharply, and before she could even react, her eyes flicked to the side.

Sebastian was awake.

Her husband lay only a short distance away, propped slightly on one elbow.

His face looked drawn, shadows heavy beneath his eyes as if he hadn’t truly slept at all.

He wasn’t shouting. He wasn’t even speaking.

He was just watching her—confused, exhausted, and far too alert for her comfort.

The silence was suffocating.

Bella jerked back as if she’d been burned, scrambling off Ross and nearly tripping over the tangled cloaks and blankets.

Her heart pounded so loudly she was sure both men could hear it.

"What the hell happened to me?" she demanded.

Her voice trembled despite her effort to keep it steady.

She turned fully toward Ross, her eyes sharp and accusing. This wasn’t a misunderstanding.

This wasn’t some small mistake.

This was wrong.

None of this had been part of the plan.

They had agreed—clearly—that whatever Ross intended would happen away from Sebastian’s eyes.

Sebastian was not supposed to see. He was not supposed to know. Not even a suspicion.

Bella’s fingers curled into fists at her sides as she stared at Ross, waiting for an explanation that made sense.

Ross lay still for a moment longer, as though savoring the tension hanging in the air.

Then, slowly, he stirred.

Bella felt it immediately—an oppressive awareness, the same unsettling presence that always surrounded him.

As he rose, she had the uncomfortable sensation that he already knew exactly what she was thinking.

He stood and stretched with unhurried ease, as though waking in the cave between a married couple was the most natural thing in the world.

His cloak settled neatly around him, concealing his body, and his hood remained low, shadowing his face completely.

Sebastian’s gaze followed every movement.

The way Ross hid himself so perfectly—never revealing a single expression—made Sebastian’s unease deepen.

No matter how long he stared, Ross never seemed entirely there, more like a shape carved out of darkness.

"I think I know what happened," Ross said at last.

His voice was calm. Too calm.

Bella scoffed. "You think?"

Ross ignored the edge in her tone.

He rolled his shoulders once, then clasped his hands behind his back, adopting the posture of someone about to explain something obvious.

"It’s like this..." he began.

He paced slowly as he spoke, each step measured, each word chosen with care.

"You were exhausted. Both of you were," Ross continued. "The encounter two days ago, the fear, the constant tension—you pushed yourselves too far. Bella especially."

Bella opened her mouth to argue, but Ross lifted a single gloved hand, silencing her without even looking at her.

"Let me finish."

Sebastian shifted slightly, clearly uncomfortable, but he remained quiet.

Ross continued, his voice calm and steady, carrying an unsettling authority.

"When I was... saving your wife, Bella," he said deliberately, letting her name hang in the air like a weight, "she suffered a major wound on her side. It was severe—enough that, if untreated, it could have caused serious complications."

Bella felt her stomach twist. Every instinct screamed that this was a lie, yet Ross delivered it with such precision, so convincingly, that even Sebastian’s posture shifted.

Ross’s gaze stayed fixed on Sebastian, though his hood hid his expression.

"I’m not a healer, of course. But a friend of mine gave me a remedy a few months ago—he swore it could heal any wound. Desperate, I used it on Bella. And it worked. The wound closed, the bleeding stopped, and she recovered remarkably quickly."