He Chose Her Best Friend Over Her Dying Breath

Corinne Swanson's blood sugar crashed while the two of us were out shopping.

Jayden Barnes pulled a lollipop from his pocket, peeled off the wrapper, and slipped it into her mouth.

The whole thing moved so smoothly it looked rehearsed, like he'd done it a hundred times before.

"You know you have low blood sugar. Why don't you carry candy on you?"

Jayden's voice was scolding.

He sounded like he was lecturing a stubborn child, but his hands were unbelievably gentle.

Corinne, still pale, forced out a small smile.

"I've got you, don't I?"

Jayden frowned, unconvinced.