Lyn's POV
As our therapy session came to a close, Abel gently lifted me from the bench, cradling me in his strong arms. He held me close for a few tender moments, gazing at me with warm, affectionate smiles. His eyes sparkled with kindness, and his gentle embrace made me feel safe and cherished. Then, with a soft, endearing kiss on my forehead, he whispered, "Shall I carry you to your room in my arms?" His tender gesture and soothing voice wrapped me in a sense of comfort and security, making me feel like I was in good hands, but then I recalled Ella.
"No, I will use the wheelchair please".I responded instantly.
He smirked and said, "My loss, I would have shown my love to everyone I pass by you know, but it's okay".
I was a bit shy, as he helped me to settle in the chair without say
