Lila Cross opened her mouth, about to speak, when a bite of rice was slipped into it.
Her mouth instantly filled to the brim, leaving no room for words.
Helpless, she swallowed.
But the moment she opened her lips again, another morsel of vegetables was placed inside.
So it went—Adrian Quinn feeding her, bite after careful bite.
At first, Lila resisted, but soon she relented. After all, her hand was truly inconvenient—and it was Adrian who had caused her injury.
She lifted her gaze, chewing as she studied the man beside her.
Quiet and reserved, his presence was cold and aloof, yet his hands moved with graceful tenderness as he fed her.
The light played across his sharp, chiseled features, deepening the allure of his striking face.
This man—Adrian Quinn. Her husband.
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