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    Norton chuckled, nodding as he opened the box to reveal its glittering contents. “Do you like it?”


    Her eyes sparkled as she gazed at the ne nestled in the box—a dreamy pink diamond framed by delicate, intricate filigree. Its yful elegance shimmered beneath the light, surrounded by smaller diamonds that danced with brilliance.


    “I love it! Norton, you’re amazing!” she eximed, her fingers gliding over the gem as ifmitting every detail to memory.


    Norton’s lips curved into a soft smile as he watched her admiration bloom. “I’m d you like it.”


    “Let me try it on!” she said eagerly, practically glowing.


    He carefully lifted the ne and stepped behind her, fastening the sp with steady hands.


    As he worked, she caught her reflection in the mirror.


    Though d in a simple hospital gown, the moment felt transformed—his presence cloaked her like warmth, and the ne added a touch of enchantment she hadn’t known she needed.


    Even without makeup, without mour, her beauty radiated with the quiet grace she already possessed.


    She studied her reflection, clearly pleased. “Alright, take it off for now,” she said, still caressing the jewel.


    Norton obliged, gently removing the ne and cing it back in its velvet cradle.


    Ovee with joy, Yvonne suddenly turned and wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you!”


    Before he could even respond, she pulled back and bolted from the bathroom in a flurry of awkward grace, leaving him blinking at the empty doorway.


    A stunned beat passed. Then a soft, knowing smile tugged at his lips as he stepped after her.


    Yvonne, now realizing what she’d just done, felt the warmth crawl up her cheeks. Her heart was racing like a wild horse.


    To cover her fluster, she blurted, “You should go home and rest. And bring some food back for Edmond and me while you’re at it. That way, the butler won’t have to make another trip.”


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    She busied herself, looking around for the remote—anything to avoid eye contact. But the pink flush on her face gave her away.


    Norton chuckled softly, picking up the remote from the bedside table and holding it up. “Looking for this?”


    She blinked. “How did you know?”


    “I know you,” he said with a yful grin, handing it to her and giving her cheek a light pinch before stepping back.


    “I’ll go get the food then,” he added, already turning for the door.


    Yvonne nodded quickly, still feeling the echo of his touch. Her thoughts whirled, and her heart thundered like it threatened to burst from its ribcage.


    She sat in silence, staring nkly at the TV before finally switching it on—though her mind was far from the screen. She couldn’t stop thinking about Norton.


    His quiet kindness, his gestures—they were too thoughtful, too perfect. Almost unreal.


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