Chapter 13

Vivianne Sinclair

Back home, I helped Noah onto the couch, letting out a tired groan.

Gosh! He's so heavy!

“Can you get me a glass of water, please?”

I glared at him. Tsk! Is he going to start ordering me around now?

For a second, I wanted to tell him to go get it himself, but I sighed when I remembered that his leg was injured.

Sighs. I should be nice to him during this moment so he can recover quickly and get back on the ice.

‘Wait! Isn't this a good way to get good ...