Chapter 100

Nicholas looked up at her with that guilty-kid look, like he just got caught sneaking a cookie. "I like it. Really looks nice, but only when you wear it. Doesn't look good on anyone else..." Samantha felt her heart twinge with guilt the moment she saw that pitiful expression on his face. He hadn't been awake long—his brain still hadn't fully recovered. Mentally, he was like a ten-year-old, which explained why he acted so impulsively sometimes. And honestly, she shouldn't have snapped at him like that. He probably got scared. Crouching down beside his wheelchair, Samantha softened her voice. "Nick, if I want something or like something, I'll go get it myself. If you really want to get me a gift, just talk to me first, okay? Don't go deciding on your own next time, deal?" Nicholas nodded right away. "Got it." She gently patted his hand and smiled like she was coaxing a kid. "Good boy." Nicholas squinted a little, like trying to dig something out from the hazy parts of his memory. Back th