Cassius was skeptical. But when he opened his eyes, she was there.
Over the years, she had indeed studied head therapy and had visited the estate countless times to treat him.
"She's trained in physiotherapy massage. Frank consulted her, and head therapy really does help with recovery," Cassius said quietly.
"If that woman saved you, then you might be in trouble. She could end up clinging to you," Finlay sighed dramatically.
Then, suddenly struck by an idea, his eyes lit up. "Since it wasn't Nevaeh who saved you, why haven't you divorced her yet? Don't tell me you're actually starting to like her?"
The moment those words left Finlay's lips, Nevaeh's image flashed in Cassius's mind.
When she was happy, her smile was like a clear sky after rain, bright, refreshing, impossible to look away from.
And when she was sad, her tears felt helpless and fragile, tugging at the strings of his heart.
Whether happy or sad, she had always been genuine with him. Real. Pure.
