His deep yet bright eyes watched Serenity quietly, reflecting her silhouette. He had spoken with such seriousness that her eyes started to heat up and she had to do her best to suppress the layers of mist forming.
Serenity gently held his right hand, her slender fingertips hooked the bandage wrapped around it, and her eyes turned sour.
If he had not found her in time, she would probably have lost her life.
Gabriel used his left hand to caress her pale face. "You must be hungry. Mrs. Winstead sent over black chicken soup this morning. I'll go get it for you."
He pushed the wheelchair to the table, opened the thermos flask, and poured some chicken soup into a bowl. He held the bowl with his bandaged left hand and pushed the wheelchair back to the bed with his other hand." It's still hot."
Serenity received the bowl of soup and took a few sips but did not touch a single piece of chicken.
