Chapter 22
A couple of hours later, Mikhail came out, sitting beside her. "How do you feel?" She asked him. "Well slept," he said, feeling much better. The sole reason for that was her presence—here, in his house, in his life. "And yet, you still want to work," she remarked. "For all the right reasons," he replied, trying to hide the warmth in his voice. "Why aren’t you at work?" he asked after a pause. "Because you needed me here," she answered simply. Her words touched him more than she could know. He didn’t remember the last time someone had done something kind for him, without expecting anything in return. "You didn’t have to miss school because of me," he said, his tone softening as he tried to keep his voice steady. "And let you hurt yourself because of your stubbornness?" she shot bac
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