Justin and Anne, The Imprisonment
In the main bedroom of Summer Castle, Callan handed a bowl of soup to Savannah. "Vannah, take a sip of soup. You haven't eaten or drunk anything since yesterday..."
"I don't want to drink it!" Savannah turned her face away with a gloomy expression. So far there had been no news from Anne, and she could hardly bear it.
Callan was as anxious as her, but he was a man, and he had to calm down.
"Be obedient, take a sip..." Callan restrained himself and put a spoonful of soup to Savannah's mouth.
"I told you I didn't want to drink it!" Savannah frowned as she raised her hand and knocked the soup to the floor. The floor was in a mess immediately. Moreover, the hot soup spilled on Callan's hand, burning his skin.
"Ah..." Savannah was startled. She held her husband's hand apologetically. "I'm sorry! Does it hurt? Let me have a look."
Callan held Savannah in his arms. "I'm fine. Vannah... promise me, don't be like this. I'll find Anne, I'll definitely find her! You should eat something. Don't ma

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