“Change back into your hospital clothes and go to bed," he commanded, leaving no room for argument.

Yet, Eleanor was not easily deterred. Sliding into the seat next to him, she held a plate of freshly sliced fruits.

“Please have some fruits."

The scent of her perfume wafted, subtle yet captivating.

The hardness in Brian's striking features intensified, his aura becoming a tangible, icy wall.