The workaholic in Liam disappeared. He let territory affairs go untouched and spent every day at the hospital beside me.
I had once loved the bone broth he made. He lifted it carefully out of the thermal container and held the bowl in front of me.
"Mia, try a little..."
"Will you get out?" I didn't move. I only looked at him with open disgust.
His throat worked, and he forced a smile, his voice turning more coaxing. "The doctor said broth would be good for you. You used to love this. Just a little, please."
I picked up the bowl and poured the scalding broth straight over his head.
The thick liquid ran down his hair and onto his expensive coat, and the skin it touched flushed red at once. He frowned, the veins on the back of his hand standing out, but he didn't move out of the way.
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