In her outburst of anger, Joana impulsively threw a pillow to the floor, a seemingly small gesture amidst her tumultuous emotions. Standing there in silence, breathing heavily through flared nostrils, fists clenched by her sides, she appeared diminutive and vulnerable, resembling an irate child. Yet, she was not a child but a woman, and her distress stemmed from Elijah's actions.
Strangely, witnessing Joana's fervor stirred an unfamiliar desire within Elijah to console her. Without uttering a word, he passed by the discarded pillow, enveloping her tightly in his embrace. Initially taken aback, she stiffened before gradually melting into his hold.
The sensation of her petite frame against his evoked a warm, comforting feeling, prompting Elijah to cradle her in the heart of the living roo
