Seventy

Nothing was more annoying than knowing that I had the ability to heal myself, yet I feared doing that lest somebody would be suspicious.

Xander had been babying me ever since he took me home two days ago. Even when I wanted to shower, he was there to help me out. Honestly, I was thankful for the way he treated me because the least effort made me exhausted.

“Do you need anything?” he asked me as he put a tray full of fruits on the coffee table in front of the couch I was lying on. Although Carla was in the house, helping us whenever we needed her, Xander still preferred to pamper me himself.

“Thank you.” I flashed him a wide smile. He sat down on the couch too and put my head on his thigh. “You’ve been sitting around for two days. Don’t you have duties?” I wondered as he reached for my hand and kept playing with my fingers.

“Nothing urgent and,” he bent down and pecked my lips, “can’t I pamper my baby girl?” My cheeks reddened a little when he said tha