Chapter 44:

How in the fuck was someone supposed to be taken care of? Devon had never done this in all his life before, they did it for him, and by them, he only referred to one person.

As soon as they reached the house, he carried her all the way upstairs, and made her stay put in the bed (she wanted to fly out)

Then, he brewed some soup, just the way his mother used to do it. Sizzling seaming soup, then, he rushed upstairs, and found a nearby chair pulling it towards the bed.

"Open your mouth." He ordered, suddenly feeling the surge of control, the morning, she did that, it's my turn now!

She squeezed her face into a frown, that frown he did not like. "I really don't like stressing you this way, shouldn't you be at the office?"

"I canceled my schedule." He dug the spoon into the soup, before blowing the seam away. "Now, open your mouth."

She grunted. "I would rather jump off the cliff than drink that,"

"Arya." He said calmly, before fiddling with the spoon, "You don't have to drink it okay."

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