. --- **Hospital, Patient Room.**
Tiffany sat on the hospital bed.
The pale-striped patient gown made her appear especially delicate.
Her naturally elegant face, free of makeup, was a shade paler than usual, lending her a fragile, pitiable beauty.
Her lips curled into a faint smile—one she hadn't even noticed herself—as she watched Calvin carefully slicing fruit with a knife.
The more time she spent with him, the more she realized Calvin wasn't at all what she had initially assumed.
And that, of course, was a good thing.
But was she really worthy of such a man?
The self-doubt buried deep in Tiffany's bones stirred once more, and the smile on her lips faded.
When Calvin looked up, his gaze met Tiffany's watery eyes fixed on him.
A faint smile curved his lips as he asked gently, "What's wrong?"
