As quickly as he left her, Asher returned with a bowel of chicken soup in hand before settling beside her on the bed. Beth couldn’t help but stare openly at the man seating beside her.

Placing the food tray beside her, he turned to face her, “Go on, eat it before it get cold” He offered and she gave a nod, still unable to find her word.

Scooping some of the soup, she place it in her mouth and almost burned her tongue as well. “hold on, let me feed you”

Asher took hold of the soup and began to feed her, first he would blow air at it before...