Chapter 72
The grand ball was slowly drawing to a close. For the majority of the evening, Calloway had genuinely enjoyed himself, absorbing the opulence of an world he had never known. But now, hour three of the night had arrived, and the crushing weight of physical fatigue was hitting him harder than he cared to admit. As much as he tried to conceal his discomfort for Serenity’s sake—wanting her to have her perfect night—he knew his body was reaching its absolute limit.
The private nurse, highly attuned to his condition, immediately noticed the subtle shift in his posture and leaned down to speak to him.
“Mr. Chase, are you alright? You’re sweating quite a bit,” she pointed out, her voice laced with professional concern.
“Exhaustion is hitting me,” Calloway admitted softly, his voice
