But it was impossible.

Wilfred quickly snapped out of his thoughts and returned to reality. He knew he could never be Nash. He was Wilfred.

Even if he could not stand by Nina's side as a lover, he could be a friend, a brother. He had dedicated his life to her, and that would have to be enough.

When Nash returned to the bedroom with the medicine, Nina had already finished her bath. Her damp hair fell loosely around her shoulders, filling the room with a faint scent of roses.

Nash quickly wrapped a towel around her hair. "Lower your clothes a bit so I can apply the medicine."

"Okay," Nina complied, and Nash carefully began applying the ointment, his touch gentle.

He even blew softly on her skin to ease any sting from the medicine. He was so worried that the medication might irritate her wounds, that she might feel pain.

But in truth, this kind of pain was nothing to Nina. She recalled her early days as a war journalist, how clumsy she had been amid the chaos of war.

six months to heal, but after just over three months, she was back on the front lines. Since then, she had become almost immune to minor pain. She had learned that once you're in

Nash's eyes welled up with

that were bitter, tasting of

felt a lump

he would have

dwell on the past. What matters now is

make a decision with him, but some things were too difficult to say, even

know. No matter what

bandaging before pulling her into his arms He held her close for a long moment before

showered, they headed to the

alarming shade of blue. It was an obvious sign

horrified. "How could this happen? Isn't the Seven-Leaf

Clover was a life-saving herb, and Pharaoh was a skilled healer. How

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