Follow My Lead The Devil’s Touch

The Devil’s Touch

Liam’s fingers lingered on her wrist. Cool skin. Steady grip. But his eyes — those unreadable, midnight eyes — made her heart skip.

Liam

Her fever’s dropping. She should be fine by tomorrow.

Grandma

Thank heavens. Ria, sweetheart, you stay here till you’re fully recovered.

Ria

I… I can’t. I’ve already imposed too much.

Liam

*looking at her coldly*

Liam

You’d rather collapse again in the street?

His tone was flat, but the words sliced deep.

Ria

*lowering head*

Ria

You don’t even know me.

Liam

Exactly. And yet I’m the one making sure you don’t faint a second time. You should be grateful.

Ria

I didn’t ask for your help.

Liam

And I didn’t offer it. Grandma did.

The tension crackled. Joel peeked from behind the door, grinning.

Joel

Ohoho… is it getting hot in here, or is that just her fever?

Grandma

One more word, Joel, and I’ll make you chew your tongue.

Ria sank back into the pillow, her pride dented. Liam stood, adjusting the collar of his white coat like a king preparing for war.

Liam

If she feels worse, call me. Otherwise, keep her away from drama. She already looks like she’s had enough of that.

And just like that, he was gone — a storm in a lab coat. But for some reason, her heart… didn’t want him to leave.

Ria

(He’s rude. He’s arrogant. He’s nothing like Sid. But… Why does my chest ache where his fingers brushed?)

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