With a helping hand from Winter, Amanda, after struggling for a while with the "auntie" who came to visit, was exhausted and lay on her back on the sofa.
Winter diligently found her a hot pack and a cup of warm ginger tea. Amanda silently lay there holding the hot pack and glanced at the man approaching her.
Looking up at him with big round eyes, Amanda's voice was soft.
"Thank you."
Since meeting him, every time she encountered something, the first person to appear was always him. For such a mature and gentle and thoughtful man, it would be a lie to say she wasn't touched.
Quentin walked over and sat down next to her. Looking at her pale face, he gently asked:
"How do you feel? Let me take you to the hospital?"
Amanda sniffed and shook her head.
"I took the medicine, there won't b
