When she didnot get a response word from Devin, Leena raised her head to see Devin lost in thoughts. ''Devin? Are you with me?''
''I am,'' Devin replied, pulling Leena closer towards him, but she backed off. ''I might accidentally hurt your wound.''
''I am fine_.''
Leena silenced him, putting her index finger over his lips. ''End of the discussion.''
''Yes, Madam.'' Acknowledged Devin. If the president of his home orders, then he has Nothing but to obey.
''Do you want to talk about it?'' Leena's voice turned to a whisper as she looked at Devin, conflicted. ''When the doctors informed your chance of survival is less, I_I couldn't...'' Her throat tightened, and without her knowledge, a flood of tears gushed down her cheeks.
''Leena, please, don't cry.'' Devin patiently consoled her, rubbing her head with his right arm. ''Everything is sorted out now.''
