“Phoenix, I’m okay.” Atticus repeated the words several times to her husband, who was persistently assisting her as they walked toward the door of his house. “Really, Phoenix, I’m perfectly fine.”“Let me take care of you,” Phoenix replied.Apparently not satisfied, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her toward the door.“Phoenix!” she exclaimed, laughing and playfully slapping his chest. “Put me down. I can handle myself.”“Just let me do this, sweetheart,” Phoenix said, planting a kiss on her cheek before continuing his walk.Atticus could only shake her head. Since last night, when she woke up after resting, he had been extra sweet to her.And ever since she recovered all her lost memories, she felt whole again. She felt complete. And happy. Especially because she could feel just how much her husband loved her.Phoenix hadn’t stopped caring for her since last night. He was thoughtful, sweet, and loving—just like the Phoenix she had married years ago.“Open the door, sweethea
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