Chapter 121

Jason's throat tightened, and he couldn't bring himself to reveal his identity. He had planned to tell her, of course. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, her face pale in the dim light. She looked at him nervously, her almond-shaped eyes betraying worry. Life had been unkind to her; she seemed resigned to unfair treatment.

"Sis, rest well and don't worry about anything," Jason said. "After you're discharged, I'll tell you who I am."

Grace hesitated before nodding. After voicing her concerns, she yawned wearily.

"Sis, if you're tired, nap a while," Jason said gently. "The doctor said you'll be drowsy for a few days." He helped her lie down.

Grace soon fell asleep. Jason pursed his lips, watching her face. He touched her cheek tenderly, then her lips.

"Sis," he whispered, "how should I tell you the truth?"

But there was no answer.

When Grace awoke, Jason was still there, sitting beside her, still in the same suit.

"Are you hungry? Shall I get someone to bring you food?" he asked.

Grace, realizing how famished she was, nodded.

"Let me take you to the washroom to freshen up before breakfast," Jason said, lifting her from the bed.

"I can do it—" Grace began, but she found herself airborne, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck.

He carried her to the washroom and gently seated her on a chair beside the sink. He slipped a pair of felt slippers onto her feet and helped her stand.

"Can you steady yourself?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied softly. Jason stood behind her, his hands resting lightly on the sides of the sink, supporting her so closely she felt almost embraced. Even on solid ground, she felt as if she were floating.

Lifting her head, she saw their reflections in the mirror above the sink.