Chapter 88

With a soft sigh, he placed the pillow back on the bed, his voice gentler than before. “I was just joking earlier. If you really don’t want me here, I’ll leave. I’ll stay out in the corridor. You can call me if you need anything. Your legs are my responsibility, so don’t feel bad about making me help you. No matter how much you want to boss me around, I won’t complain. I just want you to feel comfortable... and live the way you want.” He didn’t know if she would ever forgive him, but this was the first step—giving her space if that’s what she needed. Fate had given him another chance, hadn’t it? Whether she accepted him or not was out of his hands, but he couldn’t just stand by and do nothing. Daimon knew the DNA test results hadn’t come in yet, but deep down, he didn’t need the confirmation. He was certain she was his wife—the woman he had lost. The test was just leverage to keep her from running away again. Under the blanket, Enlyan’s fingers gripped the sheets tightly, her heart pou