Falling In Love With The Disabled Heir

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picking up her cutleries as she stared

ained some beef in it. She twirled the spaghe

hat smile on her face. Little things

the sauce as she looked at me. Silently asking why I wasn't eating y

utleries and beg

oice coming out as a muffle. When I didn't respond, she

w her patting her chest

s with water, passing it to her and

She whispered, sipping more wat

s before me. Maybe its because she wasn't trying to imp

e, the taste was good but I wasn't savouring it. T

the backward button before the forward butto

her, right?" She asked in a loud v

my head backward with my eyes cl

to me. After punching the keyboard on the laptop for so lon

t at her more than I had intended. But she caug

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prepare the meals to solve the tension. I hate

heard her approaching footsteps.

he dishes." She commented, coming close

thing or acknowl

eyes open. But because my right arm was resting on my fore

s that even

r filling my tummy. Thank you

me uncomfortable. And then, I felt her restin

ar with me for my liking

ly to my side and found her wrapping her

ghtly. But she snuggled closer to me, rubbing

. I shook my head when I heard her before I we

engine being heard. After a short whil

fallen

shifted uncomfortably in my seat, feeling the w

illow. With a huff, I tilted her head gently to rest against the seat, careful not to w

bbed it, fumbling a bit before managing to unfold it. Then I draped the blanket over her, tucking it around her s

still comple

her for a moment, my e

ness to her features, her face relaxed and peaceful in a way I hadn't imagined. Stra

to slip off the seat but my hand h

carefully eased it b

dges, no streaks of makeup. I turned it over, as if exp

ra, my hands were covered in powder and foundation,

omeone could look so defenseless and yet so at eas

about this? Comparing h

ittle, closing my eyes. She was fine and

too. This flight wasn't going to be short, and I wasn