Olivia Lewis was rarely controlled by him; Adam Sinclair would usually just let her be. Moreover, with age, this man's demeanor had grown increasingly steady compared to the beginning. It was seldom she could see emotions other than confidence in his smile, let alone see him as disheveled and genuinely weary as he was now.
Olivia allowed him to help her fasten her shirt buttons and cover her with the blanket again. She blinked her eyes—though she didn't speak, her heart felt warm, as if a wave of warmth was flowing through her.
Adam positioned her in the most comfortable posture, allowing her to sit up with support before he helplessly let go of her. The anger between his brows was replaced by worry, and his voice turned gentle, "Does your shoulder hurt? Should I call the doctor to take another look?"
