(Anna’s POV)Richard's gaze lifted back to me, his brows creased with worry.“Anna, are you alright?” he asked, walking toward me.Something inside me sank, like I was disappointed he was here.“I’m fine,” I said softly.“I came as soon as the meeting ended,” he added.Of course he did.“Thank you,” I replied curtly.He glanced at my ankle.Then at Alex.“Thank you for bringing her here,” he said.Alex didn’t respond.His expression was unreadable.Richard stepped closer.“I’ll take care of it,” he said, reaching for the ointment.Alex paused for a second.Then slowly, he let go.Richard took the ointment from him.As soon as he released my ankle, I suddenly felt cold, like the warmth I was used to had disappeared.Richard took over, carefully placing my ankle on his lap.He began massaging it, but it felt oddly cold.Why did his touch feel so wrong?And why…Why did I suddenly miss—I stopped that thought immediately.No.Richard is my husband. He’s the one I want.It has always been
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