The car came to a stop in front of Abigail's workplace, and Christopher's concerned gaze fixed on her. His worry for her well-being was evident, and his protective instincts were in full force. "Are you sure you want to work?" With a furrowed brow, he voiced his concern, his tone laced with skepticism.
Abigail's heart swelled at his unwavering care; his genuine concern for her touched her deeply. In his eyes, she saw the reflection of his love and his desire to keep her safe from any discomfort. His worry was endearing, a reminder of the depth of his feelings.
His concern resonated with her. Abigail understood he was simply trying to protect her, but she had her own reasons for needing to be at the office.
She stretched her lips into a reassuring smile. "I am absolutely fine," she said with conviction. "If I feel discomfort, I will go home."
