Phoebe had been ensnared in unconsciousness for two long days. When she finally awoke, a gnawing hunger wed at her insides. She gingerly picked up the spoon and took a few tentative sips of the chicken soup before her. Suddenly, a warmth blossomed on her cheek, causing her to freeze in ce. Theodore''s hand was there, gently caressing her face. His slender fingers treated her as if she were a fragile piece of porcin, exerting only the lightest touch.In a state of astonishment, Phoebe turned her gaze to him, forgetting to swallow the mouthful of soup she had taken. His eyes held a tender emotion that left her dumbfounded. Theodore''s thumb lightly traced the outline of her bruised cheek, a face he would never dare harm, no matter the intensity of his anger.@@novelbin@@


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