A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 154

If a man couldn't shield his wife from harm, all his gentle words were just empty air.

Dr. Zion was still in the room. He saw Starla and greeted her respectfully, "Mrs. Yelchin."

Starla gave a slight nod in return as she entered, holding the bowl of broth. "You should go have dinner, Zion. It looks like this drip will take a while."

"Of course, Mrs. Yelchin," he replied, taking his leave.

Once they were alone, Starla walked to Fairfax's bedside. "Molly told me you haven't eaten. This broth is good for the stomach. Perfect for you right now."

Her voice was a soft, gentle murmur, a tone she hadn't used with him in what felt like an eternity. Fairfax had almost forgotten what her tenderness sounded like. He watched her, taken aback by this sudden shift. His gaze sharpened, studying her with a deep, searching look.

Starla scooped up a spoonful of broth and held it to his lips, her smile warmer than ever. "Here."

Fairfax stared at her, not opening his mouth. His eyes grew darker, more intense.

"What's wrong?" she asked sweetly.

He finally parted his lips and took the spoonful, his mind racing.

"What happened?" he couldn't help but ask. For the past six months, she'd been nothing but cold and hostile. What had caused this abrupt change?

Starla simply offered another spoonful. "What, you're not happy that I'm being nice to you?"

"It's not that I'm not happy," he murmured.

It was just shocking, and deeply unsettling. His instincts were screaming that something was very wrong.

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