He Took Her To The Island We Planned To Marry Chapter 07

He Took Her To The Island We Planned To Marry Chapter 07

Time passed little by little. Only three days remained until Gideon and Odessa’s wedding

Meanwhile, everything in Alder City stayed strangely quiet.

Seraphine never called Rowan from another number. She never asked mutual friends to talk to him

or smooth things over.

Even Gideon seemed to vanish completely, leaving behind no messages, no calls, nothing at all.

Rowan sat alone in his office, watching the sky outside darken inch by inch.

That certainty inside him-that righteous anger he’d been holding onto-slowly began turning into something harder to describe.

Suspicion.

Then unease.

Coincidentally, his work in Alder City had finally wrapped up as well.

So Rowan packed his luggage and booked the earliest flight back home.

His plan was simple. He would return to the hospital first and deal with the backlog of work. And if

necessary, he could still make a trip to Evershore Island to see what exactly Seraphine thought she

was doing.

As the plane lifted into the sky, Rowan watched the city shrink beneath the clouds.

Only one thought remained in his mind.

As long as Seraphine apologized-

as long as she admitted she’d gone too far-

then maybe…he would marry her after all.

Eight years was too long.

Their relationship had become something Seraphine could never truly walk away from.

And Rowan believed he understood her better than anyone. Someone like her couldn’t survive losing him.

The flight landed late at night.

Without stopping even once, Rowan brought Brielle straight back to St. Aurelius Medical Center.

By the time he finished his reports and handoffs, midnight had already passed.

For the first time in years, he used his authority to approve himself three days off.

When he finally stepped outside the hospital, cool night wind brushed across his face.

Without hesitation, Rowan pulled out his phone and booked the earliest flight to Evershore Island.

But before he could finish, a slender hand suddenly pressed down against his screen.

Brielle.

Her eyes were red, as though she had just been crying.

She clutched his sleeve helplessly.

“Chief…”

“My official evaluation is in three days.”

“If… if you’re not there, I really won’t make it.”

“I know I’ll fail.”

Rowan frowned and tried pulling his arm back.

“That’s hospital policy. I can’t interfere with your assessment.’

“You know what my family situation is like…”

At those words, Brielle’s tears finally spilled over.

One landed hot against the fabric of his sleeve.

“If I lose this job, they’ll force me to go back home and get married.”

“My life will basically be over.”

She looked up at him desperately.

“Please, Chief. Just three days.”

“Help me.”

Rowan’s brows tightened.

He pulled out his phone and called Seraphine again, only to hear the same cold, mechanical busy

signal.

Then he called Gideon.

Then Odessa.

Every single call either went unanswered or straight to voicemail.

Standing there beneath the hospital lights, Rowan looked from the silent phone in his hand to Brielle crying in front of him.

For the first time in days, hesitation truly appeared on his face.

Finally, he let out a long breath and closed the booking page.

“Stop crying.”

“I’ll stay for your evaluation.”

Brielle’s face lit up instantly.

“Thank you, Chief!”

She threw herself into his arms happily, clinging to him like an excited child.

Rowan stood there stiffly.

In his mind, marriage was supposed to be something serious. At the very least, both families should

be present.

Neither his parents nor relatives even knew about any wedding plans yet.

Everything had happened too suddenly.

How had he gotten swept up enough to think about following Seraphine into this chaos?

When he got home, Rowan locked himself inside the bathroom.

He splashed cold water across his face and stared at the pale man reflected in the mirror.

Slowly, the reason he prided himself on returned.

The panic in his chest settled slightly.

In the end, he decided not to go to the island after all.

Seraphine loved him too much.

She was just angry. Throwing a tantrum. Waiting for him to coax her properly.

Once Brielle’s evaluation ended…

Once he finished organizing everything…

Next year.

Next year, he would absolutely give Seraphine the perfect wedding she wanted.

She would understand.

Because they were Rowan and Seraphine. The two people least capable of walking away from each

other.

After showering, Rowan stepped back into the living room.

His gaze landed on the velvet box resting quietly atop the coffee table.

Seraphine’s bracelet.

He picked it up slowly, rubbing his thumb across the tarnished little starfish charm.

Somewhere deep inside his chest, something tightened faintly.

A tiny pain.

So subtle it was almost impossible to notice.

But Rowan quickly suppressed it.

Because in his mind, there was one thing he still believed completely.

Seraphine would wait for him.

She had to.