Cure My Heart, Dr. Sierra
His aura was still intense, though.
"Here, no veggies. Pork and chicken. Hot citrus tea is also included with the medicines. Take that every four hours, and please, report to me from time to time," he instructed, his voice gentle yet firm.
My heart began to race. What was happening? Was I getting flustered by his small gestures? No, I couldn’t let myself fall for him. I had accepted the dare, and I couldn’t let my emotions interfere.
I averted my gaze, not reaching for the paper bag. The elevator dinged, and the doors started to close, but his foot was still blocking them.
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