Ivonne's pov Ivonne,” he said again, this time softer. The sound of my name in that tone—low, steady, almost reassuring—made my words falter. He exhaled, then spoke slowly, like he was choosing every word carefully. “You don’t need to worry about that. I’ll guide you every step of the way. You have nothing to fear.” I blinked at him, caught off guard. “You… will?” He nodded, eyes steady on mine. “No matter what happens, I’ll make sure you’re not alone in this.” For a second, I just stared at him, trying to process what I’d heard. It wasn’t a dramatic promise, not filled with tenderness or emotion. But something about the quiet certainty in his voice made warmth bloom in my chest. “Thank you,” I murmured, almost shyly. He gave a small nod, as if brushing it off, and gestured toward the bed. “Now, sleep. You’ve had enough drama for one day.” “I’m not tired,” I lied, even though I could barely keep my eyes open. “Sleep anyway,” he said firmly, pulling the blanket down for me.
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