Chase's expression turned serious as he listened to my request. After a moment of contemplation, he shook his head firmly. “No.”
I would have been lying if I said that I didn’t see that reply coming from a mile away. I thought that somehow and someway if I followed Chase to his doctor’s appointments, then maybe I could understand his disability and try to help him, but I guess that that wasn’t going to be happening.
"I'm sorry, Eleanor, but I can't agree to that," he said, his tone decisive. "My medical appointments are personal matters, and I prefer to handle them alone."
His direct refusal stung, but I tried to maintain my composure. "I understand," I replied, though disappointment colored my tone.
Chase reached out to place a hand on mine, his touch offering a measure of reassurance
