Chapter 82 I divorced Celeste

Kane’s POV

"Kane, stop fussing. I’m not made of glass," Nadia murmured, her good right hand reaching up to touch my cheek.

"I don't care," I growled softly, adjusting the soft cashmere blanket over her legs and making sure her bandaged left arm was supported by a plush silk pillow. "The doctor said ...

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