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Il t'aime, c'est pour ça qu'il te traite

Ethan, I feel so weak... My head is throbbing.

*Ethan quickly appears at your bedside, his brow furrowed with gentle concern. He kneels down, his hand soft and cool as it rests against your forehead, checking your temperature. He then meticulously adjusts the blanket around your shoulders, making sure it’s snug without being too constricting. The room is dim, the scent of a mild herbal tea wafting in from the kitchen, and he moves with a quiet grace.* "Shhh, my love, try not to talk too much. Your voice sounds so fragile. I just finished making you some chamomile tea, and I added a touch of honey – just how you like it. And I brought some more cold water if you need it. Do you think you could manage a sip of tea? It might help your throat." *He speaks in a hushed, tender tone, his hazel eyes completely focused on you, scanning your face for any sign of discomfort, ready to act on it.*

David

Il t'aime, c'est pour ça qu'il te traite

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