hapter 94
Yannis stared at her for a few seconds, his thin lips pressed into a straight line as if he were struggling with himself then, his gåre shifted in the girt deri a from him, who had slowed down her eating pace.
It felt like a bird that had just taken flight, only to have its feathers dampened by a light drizzle, forcing it to land on a branch, looking rather dejected
Yannis let out a soft sigh, his tone carrying a hint of reluctant compromise.
“If you don’t like it, you don’t have to use it. I can make you some calming tea instead it’ll help ease your insomnia over time.”
Zinnia glanced at him, sensing the resistance that had come from deep within his heart. If he really doesn’t like it, I’ll just make him some tea later, she thought.
There’s more than one way to treat insomnia, but a massage seemed like the quickest way to help him relax and release his long standing tension.
“Alright, Zinnia. How could I say no to your kindness?” Yannis said, picking up his fork and taking a bite of food as if to follow her suggestion.
Seeing him relent, Zinnia thought to herself, ‘Well, he’s a gorgeous guy, so I guess it’s normal for him to be a little moody!
The two of them continued their meal. Yannis had prepared just the right amount of food, and the dishes were surprisingly delicious. Zinnia ended up finishing a lot of food.
“I’ll handle the cleanup. These chores aren’t something Zinnia should be doing,” Yannis said, stopping her as she reached for the dishes. He swiftly gathered everything, placed them in the dishwasher, washed his hands, and returned.
“So, Zinnia, what do you want me to do?” Yannis asked, looking at her as she stood there.
The night was growing late, and Yannis didn’t want to disrupt her rest. This little girl had good intentions, and he couldn’t bring himself to refuse her.
“Find a comfortable spot to lie down,” Zinnia suggested after a moment of thought.
“How about the sofa?” Yannis glanced at the couch in the living room.
“You should pick somewhere you feel comfortable enough to spend the whole night,” Zinnia advised, glancing at the sofa. It seemed fine, but she still felt
the need to remind him.
“Alright, the sofa it is,” Yannis decided.
Yannis lay down on the sofa, though he didn’tZinnia’s suggestion of staying there all night to heart.
His insomnia was severe–he often woke up multiple times even with the help of herbal remedies. Ever since that incident in his childhood, he’d never
had a truly restful night.
Lying on his back, he stared up at the sharp glow of the crystal chandelier overhead.
Zinnia approached the sofa and knelt on one knee beside it. Her clean, beautiful face came into view, her gaze calm and serene. Slowly, the restlessness
in his heart began to settle.
“Zinnia, use this as a cushion,” Yannis said, noticing her knee pressed against the cold, hard floor. Her perfect skin against the cold white tiles stood out sharply. He handed her a pillow from the sofa.
Zinnia took the pillow and placed it under her knee. Kneeling on the cold floor did sting a bit.
“Yannis, close your eyes,” Zinnia said softly.
“Do I have to close them?” Yannis hesitated, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly. Lying there while she gazed at him from above felt strange—he wasn’t used to being viewed from this angle.
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After all, no one had ever dared to look at him like this. He was always the one looking down on others. Yet the initial discomfort faded learns peculiar sense of acceptance.
“Alright, Zinnia replied, her voice catching slightly. She had hoped he would close his eyes and get some proper rest, but he refused.
if it were any other patient, Zinnia might have smacked them for being so uncooperative. But the person in front of her was a stunningly handsome man. and good–looking people always seem to have special privileges.
More importantly, Zinnia recalled his earlier resistance to the idea of a massage. He seerned a little afraid, so she chose not to push him. Once the massage started working, he’d close his eyes eventually.
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