Emily's Pov
"I saw the food you made, thank you so much, Ninja Chef"
Ethan said his voice tinged with gratitude.
His playful praise was a deliberate attempt to coax a smile from me. And it worked - his lighthearted jab had pierced through my sorrow, eliciting a small, tentative smile from my lips.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine. Just lay here, I'll go get you some tea."
I felt a surge of gratitude but protested.
"You don't have to worry, I can get it myself."
But Ethan refused, his firm tone gentle yet insistent.
"No, lay here, rest your head. I'll get the tea."
His kindness and concern enveloped me, and I reluctantly yielded to his care.
I settled into the bed, following Ethan's instructions, and watched as he headed towards the door.
Just as he was about to exit, he paused and turned to look at me, his eyes locking onto mine for a brief moment.
