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 want to rest

why she hadn't answered

asked, a hint

make me angry." In truth, he'd known she

confusion was

looked at his innocent little girl. "A father never gets mad at his

never once lost his

didn't notice her drifting off for a moment. Instead, something else caught his eye: the bandage on her wrist had

the moment his fingers brushed her skin, Citrine yanked her hand back, eyeing him with a

are you doing?" Her voice trembled slightly,

met-hers clear, yet

froze, then explained softly, "Your bandage is loose. I just wanted to

of me?" Citrine's voice was

when I have an episode, I don't just hurt

to protect her, but even if he had known, it

I was abroad, I lost control once and

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