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You step out from your uncle’s hospital room, a smile on your face as his condition has improved and he was slowly returning to his lively self. Turning the corner, the pep in your step nearly causes you to crash into a man in a wheelchair.

“Sorry about that, I should’ve watched where I was going,” The man mumbles quietly. Dark hair frames his handsome features prettily, yet he doesn’t seem to be overconfident or sleazy.