SUBSTITUTE WIFE TO THE DISABLED BILLIONAIRE
The scent was a mix of citrus, honey, and tropical sweetness.
Satisfied, I placed the bowl in front of Heaven.
“Here,” I said, “Something light to go with lunch.”
As I plated the food, I felt a small shift in the atmosphere. Heaven’s shoulders weren’t as tense anymore. The corners of her lips twitched, like she wanted to smile but wasn’t sure if she could. I slid the plate in front of her, setting down a fork before taking a seat across from her.
She hesitated before picking up her fork, pushing the food around for a second before finally taking a bite. The moment the chicken touched her tongue, her expression softened. I watched as she chewed, her eyes flickering with something close to rel
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