Chapter 63. The Fiancee’s Visit

Lance noticed her struggle and the crease in her brow. “Roxanne, is something wrong?”

“I… I can’t eat without my right hand,” she admitted reluctantly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Lance’s expression softened as he set the serving spoon aside. “Let me help you. It’s the least I can do after...” He hesitated for a moment before adding, “Besides, I used to feed my mother when she was undergoing her recovery treatments. It’s not entirely unfamiliar to me.”

Roxanne stared at him, wide-eyed. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. This man, known for his aloofness and emotionally guarded nature, was offering to feed her? It was a vulnerable act that took her breath away.

After moments of hesitation, she finally nodded, her heart swelling with gratitude. Lance carefully picked up a fork and scooped up a fragrant mouthful of