INICIAR SESIÓNTayne Marsh hadn't expected Gwen Grayson to dart out of his grasp and run straight to Tim with such urgency. His outstretched hand slowly fell back to his side.Tim caught Gwen Grayson in his arms and pulled her protectively behind him. "Mr. Marsh, your girlfriend is upstairs looking for you, and you're down here chatting with my girlfriend. Don't you think that's a bit inappropriate?"Tayne Marsh let out a stiff laugh. "Right. I just realized I forgot something upstairs. I'll be going."Tim watched coldly as he brushed past, then turned to track him with his gaze. Tayne Marsh retrieved whatever he'd come for and disappeared back into the hospital.Gwen Grayson looked up at Tim nervously. She cleared her throat and gently tugged at his sleeve.Tim softened at the gesture and ruffled her hair. "What is it?"Gwen Grayson spoke in a small voice. "I... I didn't say much to Tayne Marsh. He wanted me to get back together with him, and I said no."Tim looked at the flustered little woman bef
Gwen Grayson sat alone in the car, fiddling with a little yellow duck figurine dangling from Tim's rearview mirror. Its head bobbed up and down, left and right, with the motion of the spring.She was having the time of her life.Then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a figure approaching.She thought it was Tim coming back. She turned her head—but when she saw Tayne Marsh standing there with an unreadable expression, her gaze went cold.Tayne Marsh winced inwardly at her wary look. In the past, she'd looked at him with such gentleness, her eyes always sparkling, that little mouth of hers chattering endlessly.He'd never known where she found so much to say, or why her eyes had always been so soft. It wasn't until now, with the contrast, that he understood—that was proof she'd loved him.Gwen Grayson leaned back in her seat. "Why are you down here? I thought you were taking Ava Adam to see the doctor."Tayne Marsh swallowed hard. He glanced back at the hospital and gestured vag
Ava Adam's face was pale as she clutched her stomach. The moment she spotted Gwen Grayson, she swayed to the left—and fell right against Tayne Marsh.Tayne Marsh stole a quick glance at Gwen Grayson from the corner of his eye, then reached out and grabbed Ava Adam by both arms. "Careful."Ava Adam leaned softly against his shoulder. "Tayne, my stomach hurts so much."Gwen Grayson watched the couple in front of her, said nothing, and grabbed Tim's hand to leave.But Tim just smiled, pulled Gwen Grayson closer by the waist, and said to the pair, "What a coincidence."Ava Adam softened her tone. "Yeah, what a coincidence. What are you two doing here? Oh my—Gwen Grayson, you're injured?"Wasn't that the most obvious thing in the world? That whole incident had been huge. Hank Grayson had fired five shots at the banquet—it had even made its way to the police station. She and Tayne Marsh had both been there that night. How could she just now be noticing?Gwen Grayson frowned slightly. "Ava A
Caesor immediately raised a hand to cut him off."Get out. My heart hurts."Tim let out a gleeful laugh, took a drumstick that Gwen Grayson handed him, and stood right in front of Caesor, eating it with obvious relish. "The drumstick of love."Gwen Grayson couldn't bear to watch and turned away.Caesor was still a patient—he couldn't eat any of that stuff.Nora wouldn't let him go hungry, though. She brought over some congee and pickled vegetables and set them in front of him.His waist was the problem, but his hands worked just fine.Tim just stood there, circling him like a shark, gnawing on his meat and staring at him the whole time.Caesor finally had enough. He turned to Gwen Grayson. "Can you take your man away? He's insufferable."Nora and Gwen Grayson both burst out laughing.Gwen Grayson said, "Tim! Get over here. If Nora hits you, I'm not stepping in."Nora shook her head. "It's not me who's going to hit him—it's Caesor."Tim scampered off immediately.A fully recovered Caes
Joy gently patted her mother's back."Mommy, I miss Uncle Caesor. Can I go see him?"Nora Fatehi nodded. "Of course. Go get ready—put on your prettiest dress, and Mommy will take you to see him."Joy bounced with joy. "Yay! Yay! Joy gets to see Uncle Caesor!"She raced upstairs, changed into a cute little dress, and came running back down with her small backpack.Nora Fatehi was overjoyed to see her daughter so fond of Caesor. She took Joy by the hand, and they got into the car, heading straight to the hospital.At the hospital, Caesor lay on his bed staring at the ceiling, counting on his fingers—one, two, three, four, five—just to pass the time. He had no idea what else to do with himself all day.Then, from the hallway, he heard a familiar voice calling out. He turned his head and saw Nora Fatehi walking in with Joy.Nora Fatehi offered an apologetic smile. "Sorry—I brought Joy along. She said she missed you."Caesor's heart stirred. He reached out his hand. "Joy."Joy climbed onto
"Where did you find those?"Gwen Grayson pointed at the desk. "You told me to come in and sit down, and I just happened to spot two little red booklets on the table. I didn't go through your things—you could say I've got sharp eyes."Tim's face flushed so deeply it looked like it might drip. "Since you've seen them, I won't make excuses. Gwen Grayson, I like you."He'd said those words many times before, so Gwen Grayson brushed it off, popped another piece of fruit into her mouth, and said, "I love you too."She even flashed a 5-2-0 hand sign.But this time, Tim didn't play along like he usually did. He was dead serious."Gwen Grayson, I'm not joking. I mean it. I like you. Will you marry me?"Gwen Grayson shoved a piece of fruit into his mouth."You really want to marry me?"Tim nodded, his expression earnest—one step away from raising his hand and swearing an oath.Gwen Grayson pressed her lips together, thinking. Her expression grew complicated. "I haven't really thought about marr
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Chloe pinched the tiny scrap of black lace between her fingers, her expression filled with pure skepticism. "Are you serious? Is this even wearable?"Wouldn't just pinning him down be faster and more efficient? she thought.Bella rolled her eyes at Chloe’s lack of romantic vision. "What do you know
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