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Percival’s Hand is Ruined

Eulalia walked out of the kitchen, taking off her apron. Seeing Percival sitting at the dining table, her dark eyes deepened. She adjusted her gloves, stretching her fingers.

The gloves were custom-made, designed for warmth, grip, and steadiness, making it easier to hold things securely.

Percival served Eulalia some soup, placing it at her usual seat. "It’s been a long time since I had your cooking."

Eulalia sat down, "Then eat a lot tonight."

Percival was startled, but then joy burst from his eyes. He hadn’t expected Eulalia to respond.

"Sure, I will. I’ll definitely eat a lot." His voice trembled with excitement.

Eulalia took a sip of the soup. Seeing this, Percival immediately started serving her food.

Eulalia ate with a spoon and fork. She silently observed Percival’s hand as he brought food close to her. His hands were beautiful, with defined knuckles, long and strong.

Eulalia tightened her grip on her silver fork. "Can I see your palm?"

Percival, puzzled, extended his left hand
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