He looked over at the sound and saw Viviane leaning down to Zeth, gently adjusting his collar.
Cyril's pupils slightly constricted, and his throat bobbed as he struggled to suppress the surging emotions within.
Viviane's delicate fingers lightly brushed Zeth's forehead as she asked gently, "How are you feeling? Is it okay? Do you want me to help you with a massage? Actually, the police can take you to the hospital; you don't need to come in person; your injury hasn't healed completely yet."
Zeth smirked and replied softly, "With you by my side, I feel much better. Besides, moving around is good for recovery."
Cyril clenched his fists, his nails digging deeply into his palms, yet he couldn't stop the rising bitterness in his heart.
Massages, adjusting collars, and all this care should
