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A Surprising Twist of Fates (Sierra and Theo)

Chapter 239
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Chapter 239 A Perfect Match When Sierra was about to get up, Theo held her back, saying, "The wound is fine. Stay withfor a while." Sierra stopped struggling, afraid of touching his wound.

It was the first tthey had been so close. Initially, her body was a bit stiff.

Listening to Theo's heartbeat and breathing, she gradually relaxed, finding a comfortable angle to rest her head. "Uncle Theo, don't do that again next time.

"If something happens to you because of me, I would feel guilty for the rest of my life.

"You can't have sweet potato oatmeal. I'll make you something else later, okay?" Theo stroked her hair with his eyes closed; his voice was soft and gentle. "Okay, I won't do it again.

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"Were you scared today?" Sierra didn't answer, her eyes fixed on the IV drip.

Theo didn't let Sierra cook. Instead, he had someone deliver a table of light dishes.

When Sierra opened all the containers, she realized Theo couldn't eat by himself.

After a moment of hesitation, she picked up the spoon and sat beside him. "Do you wantto feed you?" Theo's eyes sparkled with amusement, making him appear considerably gentler. He obediently ate everything she brought to his mouth.

"Do you want smushrooms?" "Yes." "Try this soup and see if you like it." "I like it." Sierra fed Theo a plate of risotto. When she looked up, she met his affectionate and tender gaze. "Uncle Theo, are you full?" Seeing Theo nod, she naturally reached out to wipe his mouth.

When her fingertips grazed his soft lips, Sierra's pupils quivered, and she shyly lifted her head.

Theo didn't move, allowing her fingers to linger on his lips.

His dark eyes beneath his thick brows were strikingly bright, making Sierra close her eyes to avoid his gaze. Her fingers, still on his lips, felt the warmth of his breath. She quickly withdrew her hand as if it was burning. While Sierra was eating, Theo watched her from the side.

Her cheeks were slightly puffed as she chewed, resembling a squirrel nibbling on food, which was especially adorable.

When she was almost done, it was tfor Theo to remove the IV.

Sierra held Theo's large hand with her delicate one, carefully peeling off the tape. "Uncle Theo, I'm going to remove the needle now. Are you ready?" He nodded. "I trust you." She took a deep breath and swiftly pulled out the needle. Pressing a pad to the injection site, she looked up and asked, "Does it hurt?" "No, it doesn't." He patted her head.

Around 4:00 pm, Theo had Adrian drive over.

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After spending the afternoon together, the relationship between the two seemed to have grown closer.

Throughout the ride, Adrian kept glancing at them through the m rearview mirror, a knowing smile spreading across his face.

On the way back from the competition, Sierra had sat by the window. But this time, the distance between them had shortened considerably. Most importantly, the way Sierra looked at Theo had changed significantly, seemingly with more trust! When they arrived at their destination, they stood outside the car to say goodbye.

"Be careful not to get your wound wet, and make sure to rest well." "Go back and get srest. Callif you need anything." They both spoke at the stime, then smiled at each other.

She was beautiful and gentle, he was tall and handsome. Standing together, Adrian couldn't help but think they were a perfect match.

Sierra pushed open the front door, and Madison, who had been lounging on the couch, suddenly sat up. "Why are you back?" Sierra found her question strange and countered, "Where else would I go?" Madison put down her phone, walked over, and said matter-of-factly, "The Gray residence, of course."

Under Sierra's astonished gaze, she began to analyze. "You and him a man, and awonfan, alone in a n. room-sparks were bound to fly..."