Chapter 4 Hannah brushed it off with a faint smile. "Nothing. I said I'm tired." His eyes lingered on her. Something about her felt different, but he couldn't put his finger on it. A heaviness pressed against his chest, an irritation he refused to name. His fist clenched. "Still trying to act pitiful? You're not leaving until you've tried every gown!" His voice was cold. She had expected as much. Without a word, she picked up the next dress and stepped back into the fitting room. Trying on wedding dresses was exhausting. The heavy fabric felt like iron weighing her down, and each change was a struggle. Again and again, she was shuffled in and out like a puppet on strings, forced to model one dress after anoth- er until her strength was nearly gone. By the time she slipped into the final gown, her vision tunneled. Darkness swallowed her, and she collapsed. Her last fleeting sight was of Spencer-his face stricken, rushing toward her. "It must be a hallucination," she thought. He couldn't possibly care. Hannah had no idea how long she had slept before she finally woke up in bed. There was no one beside her. Spencer probably wanted nothing more than to see her in pain. Tori came in with a mug of oatmeal, her voice gentle with pity. "Ms. Kaur, please don't be too upset. I think Mr. Ruiz still cares about you. He even cooked this himself and told me to make sure you ate it." Hannah's gaze landed on the oatmeal, and a broken laugh slipped from her lips. "I'm allergic to oatmeal. If I eat it, I'll die." Tori was at a loss for words, her hands trembling as he hurriedly set the mug aside. Hannah had no tears left. She simply closed her eyes. Spencer knew about her allergy. Back then, whenever they went out to eat, he would always remind the staff again and again of her allergy. He would personally check everything that passed her lips, making sure it was safe before letting her take a single bite. Now... he must have forgotten. Before long, her phone buzzed. A message from Bethany-just a single photo. In it, the man who had never set foot in a kitchen was wearing an apron, cooking for her. Beside him, Bethany cradled a baby, the picture of a warm little family. 0.0 % 09:16 Chapter 4 288 iVouchers "Anna, they say one person's sacrifice becomes another's comfort. I guess I should thank you-I'm really enjoying the fruits of your sacrifice. Spency treats me so well. He even made oatmeal just for me, and there's so much I couldn't finish it all." The simple words cut through Hannah like a blade. Her eyes shifted back to the oatmeal on the table. So that was what this was-the leftovers from Bethany's meal. She couldn't hold it in anymore. With a trembling hand, she swept the mug to the floor, ceramic shattering as tears streamed down her face. She remembered once, when Spencer had clumsily taught himself to cook just for her, burning and cutting his hands in the process. Distressed, she had scolded him back then. "Why would a man like you bother doing this yourself?" But he had cupped her face with a tender smile. "What could be happier than cooking for the one you love? From now on, I'll only cook for you." Her tears splashed onto the screen as a raw cry broke free from her chest. "Liar! Spencer, you lied to me!" she screamed. 09:16 68.0 %