Sometimesb, /bba /blittle bgenuine /bkindness could brekindle /bthe family bonds thaty hidden beneath all the personal interests and profit.

    Sean showed up at Winifred’s vi and rang the doorbell. The one who answered was Rowena–the hottest actress in the business right

    bпом/b.

    “Who are you?” Rowena asked, her tone cool and a little wary,

    She was dressed in ba /bwhite spaghetti–strap nightgown, and every move she made practically dripping with allure.

    She looked Sean up band /bdown, her eyes full of suspicion.

    “My name’s Sean Lecter. I’m looking for Winifred Hart. Does she live here?” Sean asked.

    Rowena gave him another once–bover/b. “What do byou /bwant with her?”

    Sean’s mouth twitched, “What’s her deal with Winifred? Even if they’re close friends, she’s being way too nosy, he thought.

    “She saved my life a few days ago, and I came to thank her, Sean said,

    “She’s not here. Come back in a few days,” Rowena said, then kicked the door shut right in his face.

    bSean /balmost got smacked by the door. He rubbed his nose, looking a bit rattled, and could only walk baway/b, feeling both embarrassed and annoyed

    Upstairs, Rowena watched Sean leave from the window, then turned and walked back into the room.

    “Winifred, I made you some soup. Try it, Rowena said as she walked in with a bbowl/b.

    She couldn’t take her eyes off Winifred, who bwas /bsitting on the bed in nothing but a ck nightgown. Rowena sat on the edge of bthe /bbed beside her and reached out to feel her forehead.

    It didn’t feel hot anymore.

    Rowena leaned down, bringing their foreheads together.

    She could feel a bit of coolness from Winifred’s forehead,

    Just then, Winifred’s eyes flew open, and she grabbed Rowena’s wrist, her gaze cold and piercing.

    When she realized it was Rowena, she loosened her grip.

    Rowena met her eyes and ga

    bgave /bba /bsmall smile.

    “Winifred, eat something before you go back to sleep. Rowena said.

    Winifred propped herself up and touched her forehead–she’d had a feverst night.

    But she bcould /bfeel the coolness bradiating /bfrom the person beside her.

    “Did you take care of mest night?” Winifred asked.

    Rowena nodded, her ears secretly turning red as shes ofst night came to mind.

    Yeah. Eat something first–byou /bmust be starving, Rowena said.

    “Okay,” Winifred said, reaching out to take the bowl.

    But Rowena held up a spoon and brought it right to her lips.

    Try it. I spent an hour making it,” Rowena bsaid/b.

    Winifred opened her mouth and took a bspoonful/b–it was delicious.

    “Do you like it?” Rowena asked, watching her expectantly.

    Winifred nodded.

    Rowena pretended not to notice, took a bite herselfb, /bandmented, “Honestly, bit’s /bnot bad

    Just a few bites left. Here, open up, Rowena coaxed, holding out another spoonful

    Rowena kept feeding her, and Winifred quietly finished everything without a word. As Rowena went to put away the bowl, the room fell into afortable silence.

    When Rowena came back, she caught Winifred trying to get our of bed and brushed /bover to stop her. “You bcan’t /bget up yet!”

    Winifred let out a helpless sigh. “It’s just a little fever. I still have things I need to handle.

    Rowena grabbed her by the waist and firmly pushed her back onto the bed, not btaking /bno for an answer.

    “No! I know you’re about to go do something dangerous again. You’re still bcovered /bin injuries, Winifred. Why do you have to push yourself so bhard/b? If it’s about money, I have plenty now–I can take care of you” Rowena said, her voice steady and full of resolve,

    She looked straight at Winifred, her eyes serious and her tone unshakable.

    Winifred reached out and gently ran her fingers through Rowena’s hair. “It’s not about money, bRowena/b. This is something I have to handle myself, and these little injuries are nothing. Anyway, don’t you have a shoot today? Go on, or you’ll bete.

    A flicker of joy shed in Rowena’s eyes–so quick it was almost impossible to catch. She let go of Winifred.

    “My sugar mommy’s sick. Why should I bother going?” Rowena teased, a yful smile on her lips,

    Winifred couldn’t help butugh. “Sugar mommy? I don’t think I qualify.”

    Rowena turned her head and fixed her with a look. “Aren’t byou/b? Without byou/b, I wouldn’t havested a day in showbiz.

    Winifred didn’t say anything more and looked down at her phone.

    ‘Did someone juste by looking for me?” she asked.