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Chapter 11 On the other end of the phone , it was morning in Florence . " Abigail , how does your hand feel today ? " Bethany tried to make her voice sound relaxed . Abigail sat on the balcony , gazing at the golden light on the Arno River , her left hand awkwardly holding the phone . " It's alright . Dr. Blanchard said nerve recovery is a slow process , it can't be rushed . " The first week in Florence , Abigail felt as if her soul had been drained from her body . Her physical wounds were healing , but the trauma in her mind kept her awake night after night .

She didn't dare look at her paintbrushes , at colors , or even at her own reflection in the mirror . Until she met Evander . He was a renowned local rehabilitation specialist of American descent , focusing on hand nerve repair , and also a restorer of ancient paintings . His demeanor was gentle and warm , his voice always soft and calm , yet carrying a reassuring strength . " Ms. Wagner , it's time to start today's rehabilitation . " The doorbell rang , and Evander walked in carrying a bag of freshly 0.00 % 18:20 Chapter 11 288 Vouchers baked croissants and rehabilitation equipment .

He wore an off - white knit sweater , his short hair neat and tidy , and when he smiled , his eyes curved like the sunshine of Florence . Abigail put down her phone and smiled a little awkwardly . " It's a lot of trouble for Dr. Blanchard to come every day . I could actually go to the clinic . " " You're my VIP patient , this is a special privilege . " Evander joked , skillfully massaging her stiff right hand . " Besides , I also want to take advantage of your hand - brewed coffee . " The massage was just right , the soreness mixed with a hint of relief .

Abigail stared blankly at the pigeons outside the window . " Don't stay cooped up inside all the time , " Evander said as he massaged her hand . " There's a fireworks show tonight at Michelangelo Square to celebrate the Feast of San Giovanni . I'm missing a date - Ms . Wagner , would you do me the honor ? " Abigail was about to refuse , but when she met Evander's clear , expectant eyes , she nodded almost involuntarily . " Alright . " At night , Michelangelo Square was bustling with people . Brilliant fireworks exploded in the night sky , illuminating the entire ancient city .

Abigail stood on the steps , watching the dazzling lights fill the sky . Her heart , long dormant , seemed to beat once more . 23.66 % 18:20 Chapter 11 289 ( Vouchers Back downstairs at the apartment building . " Dr. Blanchard ....... " " Just call me Evan , " Evander interrupted her with a smile , reaching out to straighten her collar . " Abigail , you really have a poor memory . " Abigail was taken aback . " We ... knew each other before ? " Evander's lips curved , a hint of mischief flashing in his eyes . " I used to live next door to you when we were kids .

I was the crybaby always bullied by the girls , and you chased them away with your drawing board ... Do you remember now ? " Abigail's pupils contracted slightly . Deep in her memory , the little boy who always hid behind her , tugging at her sleeve and calling her " Abby , " gradually overlapped with the gentle , refined man before her . So it was him . " Get some rest early . Tomorrow we still need to check your finger dexterity . " Evander waved with a smile and turned into the apartment across the hall .

Abigail stood where she was , feeling as if the gloom that had weighed on her heart had been torn open by tonight's fireworks and the smile of that ' crybaby . ' 76.49 % 18:20 Chapter 12 288 Nouchert Chapter 12 Cedella Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter. With a flair for crafting emotionally intense plots and unforgettable characters, she blends love, desire, and drama into every story she writes.

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