She frowned as soon as she saw Adrian walk in. "What did you bring?" she asked, her voice low, trying not to show how curious she actually was.
"I read that for a sprain, the ankle should be wrapped. I also got you a crutch to make walking easier. And some painkillers," Adrian said, setting everything down carefully on the nearby table.
Bianca bit the inside of her lip. She was touched. What Adrian did made her feel deeply grateful. The wall she had been building around her heart started to soften, just a little. Her eyes lingered on him for a moment longer than she meant to.
"I keep troubling you." Her voice came out quieter than before, almost guilty.
"I don't feel troubled," Adrian replied with a small smile as he walked closer to her. His voice was calm, steady. "You don't need to feel bad. I'm your husband, remember?"
Bianca scoffed, but her heart fluttered a little at his words. She quickly looked away, hoping he didn't notice the faint blush creeping up her cheeks.
