The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 877

Sabrina clung to me, sobbing into my chest. The more she spoke, the more devastated and wronged she sounded.

My heart felt as though it had been struck by lightning, melting into a warm, messy puddle. I hugged her back fiercely, caught somewhere between laughing and crying. "You silly girl. We're sisters. We're family. Whatever it is, you can just say it. You didn't have to run all the way back just to cook for me. Your hands are meant for painting, since when do you know your way around a kitchen?"

She really was an idiot. She realized she had misjudged me, felt incredibly guilty, but couldn't just say the words, so she tried to prove it through some grand physical gesture.

And of all things, she chose to cook for me, managing to severely burn her own fingers in the process.

Hearing her ramble made me want to laugh, but the laughter got caught in my throat as tears suddenly pricked my eyes.

Fighting the urge to cry, I reached down and gently grabbed her wrists, asking softly, "Which hand got burned? Let me see."

"Ugh, both of them. It hurt so much I cried right there in the kitchen," Sabrina sniffled, holding up her injured hands for me to inspect.

The moment I saw them, the tears vanished and I burst out laughing. "How did you manage to burn them perfectly symmetrically?"

Sabrina held her hands out flat. Right on the tips of both middle fingers were massive, swollen blisters, shining against her pale skin like flawless glass beads.

Her eyelashes were soaked, her eyes swimming in tears as she bit her lip. She looked up at me, looking incredibly sweet and vulnerable.

Seeing her like that only made me laugh harder.