But he hadn't uttered a single word on the way back from the hospital, he really could endure.
Amelia's heart softened a bit more, and she took care of him with a bit more willingness.
After setting the food out, he was still in the same position, leaning against the back of the sofa with his eyes closed, his brows furrowed, and a layer of shiny sweat beads on his forehead.
Amelia didn't make a sound, seeing him like this, he probably didn't have much of an appetite, did he?
He must have heard the noise, as he opened his eyes and slowly sat up straight, smiling at her.
"Why didn't you say anything, is it time to eat?"
The chandelier with its high-quality crystals was hanging from the living room's ceiling, casting a soft yet bright light, clearly illuminating every feature and expression on a person's face.
Amelia just watched him, exhaustion hidden between his handsome brows. For some reason, she suddenly felt the smile he showed her was particularly weary and haggard.
