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Chapter 762:
He was wearing a dark gray suit, his hair slightly disheveled from driving too fast. He had dropped everything the moment the hospital called him, leaving the final draft of the indictment on his desk.
He walked into the room, and his eyes locked onto Cole immediately.
The temperature dropped ten degrees.
Easton didn’t acknowledge Cole’s existence. He walked straight past him to the bed and leaned down to look at June.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, his voice soft with concern.
June’s shoulders relaxed, just a little. “I’m fine,” she said, her voice still hoarse. “Can you get me a different room? Please p>
Cole rose from his chair.
𝗝𝗼𝗶𝗻 𝗍𝗁е c𝗈mmu𝘯𝘪𝗍𝘆 𝖺t ѕ.𝘤o𝗺
He stepped between Easton and the bed, his body rigid, his eyes dark with jealousy.
“Stay away from my wife, Hahn,” he said.
Easton looked at him then. He raised an eyebrow, a cool, measured expression settling over his face.
“Ex-wife, Mr. Compton,” he said, his voice crisp and professional. “And according to the restraining order, you are currently less than five feet from her. That is a misdemeanor p>
Cole laughed—a harsh, bitter sound. “Restraining orders don’t apply to me. Not in New York. Not anywhere p>
Easton didn’t argue.
He reached into his briefcase, withdrew a stack of papers, and pressed them firmly against Cole’s chest.
“This is an emergency medical restraining order,” he said. “Signed by a Manhattan Supreme Court judge thirty minutes ago. Your presence has been medically determined to be a danger to the patient’s mental health and recovery. If you do not leave this room immediately, I will call the police. And you will be arrested—in handcuffs—in front of every reporter in this hospital p>
Cole looked down at the papers.
His face went white with rage.
He had never thought Easton would go this far. Had never imagined anyone would dare use the law against him like this.
He turned to June, his eyes searching, almost pleading. “June,” he said. “Don’t do this. You know you don’t want me to leave. Last night p>
“Easton’s words are my words,” June said, cutting him off. Her voice was cold and final. “Get out p>
Those two words. That cold, absolute finality.
They cut through him like a blade and shattered the last of his illusions.
Cole crumpled the papers in his fist. His knuckles turned white. His chest heaved.
For a moment, Easton tensed—certain he was going to attack.
But then Cole took a slow, deep breath and forced the rage down. He wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. He wouldn’t let them see him break.
He looked at June one last time, his eyes dark and unwavering.
“I’ll be back,” he said. “No one can keep me away from you. No one p>
He shouldered past Easton and slammed the door behind him so hard the walls shook.
The room fell silent.
June let out a long, unsteady breath and closed her eyes.
The pressure was gone. For now.
Easton sat in the chair Cole had just vacated. He reached over and tucked a strand of hair gently behind her ear—a touch that was careful and respectful, nothing like Cole’s possessive, hungry hands.