The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 472

Chapter 472 A Promise to stay

Chapter 472 A Promise to Stay

Roger nudged the fruit plate closer to Cora.

“Now somebody’s telling me this fruit might actually help. I don’t care if it’s real or not, t have to try”

He lifted his head and looked at her, his eyes red.

“If you give up, I won’t be able to hold on either.”

Cora’s tears spilled over in an instant.

She looked at the man in front of het.

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This honest, clumsy man who never knew how to say pretty things was now sitting there like a child, eyes rimmed in red, holding out a plate of fruit and begging her to take a bite.

She thought back to the day of the accident, when the warehouse collapsed, and a steel beam came crashing down, and he shoved her out of the way, only to be pinned underneath himself.

She had rushed back, used everything she had to lift that beam, and let him crawl out from under it.

That single lift had shattered her mind.

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The doctors said that kind of explosive overuse of mental power caused damage that could never be undone.

But he had lived.

He had lived, and then spent the next ten years taking care of her.

“Roger…” Her voice trembled.

Roger picked up a strawberry and brought it to her lips.

“Try it,” he said. “It’s so sweet.”

Cora looked at him for a long, long moment.

Then she opened her mouth and took a small bite.

The moment that sweet fragrance burst across her tongue, her eyes went wide.

“Is it good?” Roger asked nervously.

She nodded, the tears falling again.

“It’s good…” she said. “It’s so good…”

Roger smiled, that honest, childlike smile of his.

He picked up a grape, peeled it, and held it to her lips.

“Try this one too.”

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She ate it, and another, and another.

She ate slowly, savoring every bite, afraid to swallow too fast

Roger sat beside her, feeding her one piece at a time, moving from strawberries to grapes to apples.

As he fed her, he suddenly asked, “Cora, do you feel… any better?”

She paused, closed her eyes, and tuned in carefully.

That dull, constant ache from somewhere deep inside her brain, like someone slowly cutting through her with a dull knife. Pight now, it felt like… like maybe it had eased up just a little?

Very slight. So subtle she could barely tell.

But it was there.

She opened her eyes and looked at the hope shining in Roger’s eyes.

“It does seem…” she said slowly. “It does seem like the pain’s a little better?”

Roger’s eyes lit up instantly.

“Really?”

“Just a tiny bit,” she said. “It might just be in my head…”

Roger didn’t care whether it was in her head or not.

He picked up another strawberry and pressed it to her lips.

“Have another one! Try it again!”

Cora ate it.

One after another, and then she started to feel it-that gentle warmth really did seem to be spreading.

It rose up from her stomach, light and soft, like sunshine settling onto her skin.

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That warmth crept upward bit by bit, traveling to her brain, to that spot where the dull ache bad been gnawing at her.

And the pain dulled a little more.

She stared at Roger, her eyes wide.

“Roger…”

Roger looked at her, his eyes growing red again.

He took her hand in his, that hand worn down to nothing but bones.

“Cora,” he said, his voice trembling, “you have to get better. You have to watch our son grow up. You have to see him through school, see him build a life, see him start his own family. You have to stay with me. We promised each other-the whole way.”

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ears spilled again.

She squeezed his hand back, holding on tight.

“Okay,” she said. “I’ll do everything I can to get better”

Outside the window, the children’s laughter went on,

Tommy’s laugh rang out the loudest, bright and bubbly, like a happy little duckling

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