Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0262

ANASTASIA

We both turned to see Amie standing behind us on the doorway. Her hand held the door ajar as her curious eyes looked up at me, wide and questioning.

Dennis immediately released me and focused on her, his movements smooth and natural as he lifted her up and cradled her in his arms.

I watched him go from comforting me to distracting Amie in a matter of seconds.

"Not really," he said as he slightly tickled her..

Cute giggles spilled out of her as she squirmed in his arms.

"Stop it, Dennis," Amie protested halfheartedly, her words interspersed with more giggles.

"No, I will not," he said, deepening his voice in a playful growl that only made her laugh harder.

After a while, he stopped and waited for her giggles to slowly subside. The hospital corridor seemed to fade away to leave the three of us in a temporary bubble of normalcy. "Amie?" Dennis's voice was gentle and coaxing.

"Yes?" She looked up at him.

"You see," he started slowly, "I need you to understand that everyone needs to be very strong, hmm?"

She nodded, listening to him raptly, her little face serious as she absorbed his words.

"And that's why you're here. You're here to get stronger. You're a strong girl, right?"

a big smile, "I am a strong girl," she said

my lips curved into a small smile. The juxtaposition of her innocence and the gravity of her condition was almost too much

I'd take you in so you can get some rest before the nurses return, okay?"

Dennis carried her inside, and I

back.

tuck her in bed, I heard her loudly whispered question:

strong girl?"

seriously, "Why

catch it like

turned away to wipe my eyes as Dennis placed a kiss on her forehead, then

it would be. I had to believe that, for Amie's sake. The last thing she needed now was

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support and Dennis

up at him in her bed and occassionally

both of them. Amle had always been fond of Dennis

exchanged enough of their soft whispers, he finally kissed her hand then he turned

my gaze caught on the little wet patch I had left just in the

"I'm sorry

ut that.

down at it. He seemed to just notice it. He swiped at it mildly and smiled, "It's fine, Ana. Nothing to

at his own joke. Then I brushed my finger over my nose to

and down the hallway, he asked,

shook my head.