Once everything was settled, Marion walked back to the living room and lifted Debra off the sofa.
For over a month now, Debra hadn't needed to walk on her own.
"If you keep pampering me like this, my legs will be useless."
"It's fine. I'll carry you for the rest of your life."
He was confident in his strength. Even when he was old, he believed he could still lift weights without breaking a sweat.
Debra was light. He had no trouble lifting her at all.
The bedroom was dimly lit. Marion gently laid her down on the bed and lay beside her.
Debra smiled, "You're always watching me sleep. This time, let me watch you."
"Okay," Marion agreed, placing her hand over his chest.
Soon, Debra heard his steady breathing.
Marion was a light sleeper. The slightest movement would wake him.
Debra stayed still, quietly watching his sculpted face, straight nose, plump lips, sexy Adam's apple, and well-defined collarbone.
Suddenly, he murmured, "How am I supposed to sleep with you staring at me like that?"
Debra felt awkward, stammering, "I'm not sleepy yet. Okay. I won't watch you."
Soon, he returned with the medicine box. He opened it and took out the medicine William had prepared. As he unwound the bandages from her shoulder, the still-healing wound looked a little gruesome against her pale skin.
Debra sighed, "I'll never look good in a dress again."
Marion reassured her, "Once it heals more, I'll find you the best doctor to get rid of the scars. You'll be able to wear pretty dresses again."
"It's too deep to heal properly. If I get ugly, you won't love me anymore."
Marion paused, taking her joke seriously. He leaned over, softly kissing the wounded spot on her shoulder.
"I love you," he murmured. "Whether you're beautiful or ugly, young or old, and healthy or sick, I will always love you."
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