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Amanda smiled as she gently ruffled her son’s hair.
Then her gaze drifted to Benjamin’s strikingly handsome face—this man was so good-looking it could make anyone’s heart race just by glancing at him.
When she looked back at her son, he was sitting quietly, staring blankly out the window. The spring breeze brushed across his face, and his eyes narrowed slightly, an indifferent expression resting on his little face.
That small figure looked so lonely and helpless—it tugged painfully at Amanda’s heart.
She didn’t disturb her son. Instead, she carefully administered medicine to Benjamin, followed by a round of acupuncture.
Mark heard the faint movements behind him and knew she was giving his dad acupuncture.
Amanda stared at Benjamin’s chiseled, noble features. For the first time, s
