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One day I even suggested baking her a chocolate cake. She loved that, and I could make it healthier than chips and ice cream. Maybe I could trick her.
But she didn’t even want that. I was failing at every step.
She looked worse and worse every day. She was still fucking beautiful, but she was always sad. She had no glimmer in those deep green eyes. Even her golden hair didn’t shine like before. She was skinnier, and her skin was paler than usual.
Just like Kira told me at our wedding. I took a daisy fresh bride and ruined her with my darkness. I ruined the only person that could make me feel.
But I was not going to give up. I was not going to accept defeat.
I called Kira for a favor. It was my last chance, and I hoped that it was the best plan I came up with. It was simple yet effective.
When I got into the bedroom with the tray, Priscilla was lying on her side with her kindle in hand. I always had to carry her food to her. If she was watching something, it was easier to feed her, but she rarely let go of her books to eat even when she was not really reading.
I trusted my meal, though.
I sat on the bed next to her. She didn’t turn to look at me. The woman who ran to me at the sound of the elevator and rained me with kisses didn’t even look my way when we were in the same bed. My heart squeezed in the worst possible way.
“Priscilla, I brought food,” I informed her.
Her shoulders rounded like she could hide herself from me. “I am not hungry,” she answered with a weak voice.
I didn’t let myself lose hope. “You don’t know what I cooked.”
Priscilla’s head shook against the pillow. “Doesn’t matter. I don’t want it.”
“I cooked tomato soup,” I said. Her body tensed a bit at that. She didn’t look limp now. She looked like she was listening. “You once told me that your grandmother made you tomato soup when you were sick or sad.”
Her head turned to me. Her eyes were glossy. I gave her a smile that was as soft as her expression and one formed in her lips. This might be the first time she smiled after the attack.
“You remembered that,” she murmured to herself.
I nodded. “Of course. Now, will you eat it?”
She thought for a second. I knew she didn’t want to eat a lot, but my gesture really touched her. Deep down, under all that trauma and depression, she was my Priscilla. She loved romantic gestures. She loved when people were thoughtful.
She loved when I took care of her.
“I will, just a little,” she said with a shy voice and sat up on the bed. As I put the bed tray on her lap, she gave a little nervous giggle. “I mean, it cannot be like my Granny’s soup, but it is cute that you tried.”
I didn’t say anything. I could feel the taste of my small victory already. I watched her take her spoon and play with the soup for a bit. Then she gathered it in her spoon and blew in it gently to make it colder. And she brought it to her lips.
In a second, her tired unimpressed face changed. Her eyes widened, and I even felt her face get some color. Her forehead was wrinkled with surprise. She took another mouthful and another like she couldn’t believe it.
“Like it?” I asked with a smile, my realest smile ever.
She looked at me with surprised eyes, but there was also so much affection. “How did you?” she asked in disbelief. “This tastes exactly like my Granny’s soup. Are you a witch?”
“I don’t think so,” I said and kissed her shoulder. I didn’t dare kiss her or touch her a lot lately. I usually only held her when she cuddled me herself. I tried to give her space, but right now, I was too happy to see that beautiful smile. My lips lingered in her skin after the kiss, and I murmured, “If you tell me you like it, I’ll tell you how I did it.”
Priscilla looked at me like I was crazy. “I love it! I haven’t had this since my grandmother died. I missed it so much.”
I pulled back with a satisfied smile. “I called Kira. It was damn hard, but I asked her to investigate if anyone in the family knew the recipe or that said granny had a cookbook or something. Apparently, she was a little secretive, but she had a notebook of her recipes on the Hamptons' house. Kira sent it to me.”
Her eyes turned glossy again, and she looked at me with so much emotion. I could see everything I didn’t deserve in there, but it was better than seeing those greens so empty. “You went through all that work just for a soup.”
“Priscilla,” I cupped her cheek. “There is nothing I won’t do for a smile of yours.”
Her lips trembled, but she didn’t seem sad. She seemed happy. She took a deep breath and bit down her bottom lip. Her eyes were full of emotions that scared me. “Antonio, I…” she started, and I knew what she was going to say.
