Chapter 237

Citrine lay perfectly still, eyes closed, pretending to be asleep. She could feel Raymond's gentle hand carefully wiping her face, each stroke so light it tickled, making her expression shift ever so slightly despite her efforts.

Eventually, she couldn't keep up the act. With a reluctant sigh, she slowly opened

her eyes.

"Raymond, stop it. That tickles," she said, staring straight at him, her brow

furrowing.

Raymond smiled, putting the washcloth aside before settling softly on the edge of the hospital bed. "So you're finally awake."

"I wasn't sleeping," Citrine replied coolly, her gaze unreadable.

She searched Raymond's eyes, looking for any trace of irritation or

disappointment. There was none. Instead, all she saw was warmth and a quiet fondness.

"Are you tired? Do you

upset. He didn't even ask why she

you," Citrine asked, a hint of surprise in her

angry." In truth, he'd known she was faking from the

Citrine's confusion

he looked at his innocent little girl. "A father never

Citrine thought of Sawyer-how he had never once

else caught his eye:

out, intending to tighten it, but the moment his fingers brushed her skin, Citrine yanked her hand

Her voice trembled

eyes met-hers clear, yet full of

is loose. I just

me?" Citrine's voice

I have an episode, I don't just hurt myself-I can hurt others,

Yates hadn't mentioned that. Raymond knew it was to protect her, but even if he had known, it wouldn't have changed

I lost control once and stabbed a classmate in the thigh. The look in her eyes... it was like she was staring straight at a

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