#Chapter28

Ava's POV

"No," I repeated for the hundredth time.

"Sweetheart, I'm fine. See," to emphasize his point. He lifted a two hundred pound weight with a finger.

While lowering the weight to the gym floor, I could see him grimace, to which he played it off with a smile. I knew that he was still in pain because I could feel it.

"You're going to hurt yourself," I exclaimed, grabbing ahold of the weight and putting it on the floor. I looked up at him with displeasure and worried etched across my face.

"I don't need your help," he snapped, turning away from me.

I knew why he was...