Falling In Love With The Disabled Heir

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picking up her cutleries as she stared

ti carbonara but mine c

on her own. Wouldn't stop gushing about

ll haven't told me about why you

related to table manners?" I groaned frustratedly, my

me. The corner of her lips was stained with the sauce, I tore

you." She said, but I didn't raise my

me. I twirled the spaghetti around my fork. It took

e from the beef,

the backward button before the forward butto

ponded in a lou

my head backward with my eyes cl

me. After punching the keyboard on the laptop for so long, all

more than I had intended. But she caught me off guard, w

ords

prepare the meals. In the process of making it, th

heard her approaching footsteps.

he dishes." She commented, coming close

thing or acknowl

open. But because my right arm was resting on my forehe

?

that even

r filling my tummy. Thank you

ting her head on my shou

ar with me for my liking

ly to my side and found her wrapping her

her face, then I s

. n you've been mea... meaning

stop talki

shifted her position, snuggled c

I shook my head when I heard her again before I

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

en thinking

r to Clara?

ing into places it

ittle, closing my eyes. She was fine, se

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