Navia visibly relaxed when he accepted the change in topic.As she opened the door, she casually added,“Leonel and I don’t really drink tea much anyway. If you like it, you can take some home.”The moment the bedroom door opened, Leonel immediately returned from the balcony, extinguishing the cigarette in his hand.“How is she?” he asked instantly, reaching for Navia’s hand.For some reason, Navia suddenly felt the situation resembled a dramatic hospital scene—Like a husband anxiously waiting outside the operating room for news from the doctor.Except somehow, she felt like both the patient and the doctor at the same time.Suppressing a smile, Navia squeezed Leonel’s hand back and deliberately sighed heavily.“Well…”Leonel’s expression changed immediately. His sharp gaze snapped toward Ethan.If looks could kill, Ethan would’ve already died several
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