Blanche's POV
In the hospital room, I found myself leaning against the bedrail.
Kingsley had spread out everything he'd brought across one corner of the bed. Once he'd displayed it all, he gazed at me with hopeful eyes, clearly waiting for me to pick something.
His excitement was so genuine that I couldn't bring myself to crush his spirits. After considering my options, I pointed toward the small cake. "I'll take the small cake."
Kingsley's face lit up as he quickly grabbed the small cake and offered it to me.
"Amber, anyone with such a sweet tooth has to be pretty sweet herself," Kingsley said with a playful grin, his handsome features warming with genuine affection.
Vincent sat nearby, methodically peeling an orange with deliberate precision, as though afraid of damaging the delicate skin.
Despite his apparent focus on the fruit, I caught him stealing glances at me from the corner of his eye.
