Russell's POV
I took a deep breath, and the irritations of the day seemed to dissipate all at once.
I glanced down, pulled the blanket up a bit higher, and then turned on the microphone to announce the end of the meeting.
I returned to the bedroom and took a cold shower, which lasted longer than usual. I found it quite odd that Zoey hadn't come to find me.
I narrowed my eyes, wondering if she had discovered that I wasn't disabled.
But I quickly dismissed the thought. I had hidden it well, and it shouldn't have been discovered.
After I had composed myself, I wheeled into the kitchen and saw Zoey cooking. I realized then that I had been overly suspicious and let out a sigh of relief.
Zoey's ink-black hair, resembling seaweed, cascaded down to her waist, looking incredibly gentle.
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