Chapter 17 why the hell would you terrorize a four-year-old child?

Elara's POV

Then he picked up the serving chopsticks and placed a piece of my favorite French-style foie gras onto my plate.

"Don't push yourself with that injured hand," he said in a low voice, deep and mellow, carrying an undeniable warmth and concern.

He even thoughtfully poured me a glass of ...

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