"Eli, does the cut on your face still hurt?" Winter asked in a concerned voice."It doesn't hurt. Compared to what you've been through, it's nothing."A dull ache throbbed deep in Elijah's chest, and his voice trembled. "I'd rather take a thousand punches, no, ten thousand punches myself than let you suffer even a fraction of that, Win."Winter had known Elijah since they were kids and always treated him like an older brother. She didn't think much and just said softly, "Eli, I'll always remember how good you've been to me. Thank you…"The moment her words left her lips, the door clicked open. Her heart skipped a beat. She hurriedly ended the call and swung her legs off the bed to sit up.Before she could fully get up, Joshua strode in, his long legs carrying him straight to her.His presence was commanding, his chest rising and falling with controlled strength. His sharp, dark eyes were lowered, fixed on her pale, flawless face.He wasn't wearing a suit jacket now, just a crisp
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