Chapter 483

Max had left, but Alessia remained lost in thought.

She and Max were so alike–both stubbornly silent, bottling things up until they were practically choking on unspoken words. No wonder there were so many

misunderstandings between them; no wonder their relationship had always felt so

awkward.

But before she’d met the Cole family, it was Max who’d raised her. Sharing his temperament was only natural.

If she hadn’t brushed so close to death this time, Max probably would have taken his secrets to the grave. As for her, she never would have said anything so sentimental.

It really does take a brush with death to see some things clearly.

When Cole walked in, he found Alessia staring blankly into space, spooning imaginary food into her mouth.

“Since when did you start eating with your mind?” he teased.

Cole set down the jug of water, took the spoon from her hand, and gently offered her

soup. His movements were so practiced and unhurried, Alessia automatically opened

“Where’s Max?”

“He left.”

sound

he missed

hovering midair. “That’s a first. He actually said

She took another mouthful, then waved her hand, signaling she’d

Instead, he started clearing away the

so Cole fetched two pillows and propped them

her back.

in front of her, Alessia drifted off

deny it–her relationship with Max had

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the one she’d depended on, the one she’d looked up to. He was

out, and once a month, he’d take her out for

When thunder rumbled outside, he’d pat her back,

night. They couldn’t afford picture books, but somehow Max always had a new story to

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