Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 231

I had a rebellious heart, but Neil’s gaze made it impossible for me to say no.

Even a stranger should lend a hand to a sick patient.

I took a few steps, holding Neil’s arm and using my body as support, helping him to the ward step by step.

Neil had slimmed down a bit recently, but he was still a tall guy, and his body was not light. I was leaning a bit, but I dared not let go.

Because Neil smoked a lot, his hospital gown smelled strongly of smoke, so I couldn’t help turning my head to cough a couple of times

I lost strength in my legs accidentally, and with most of Neil’s weight on me, I couldn’t stand steady

Neil seemed to anticipate that I would fall because of my distraction. He quickly let go of me and fell forward himself, but the accident still happened since I was also pulled forward by his falling force

“Ouch…” When I fell on Neil, I heard him gasp

I tried to scramble up in a panic, only to land my hand on his stomach. He twitched his brow and glared at me, “Are you trying to kill your ex-husband?!”

A kind-hearted nurse came over. She helped me up first, then, along with me, helped Neil, who was pale with pain, up and sent him to the ward.

I should’ve left then, but out of guilt, i decided to stick around and see how things were.

The nurse checked Neil, gave him some medication, and gave him some advice.

“If you don’t like the hospital food, I can bring you some when I go home! The nurse said while blushing a bit..

“No need.” Neil replied coldly

The nurse left awkwardly, and seeing that Neil was okay, I decided to leave too

you going to worsen my condition and then leave? What if your fall and push left me

who asked me to help

could have refused to help me, but in the end,

you keep this up, even if you were dying in front of me, I

turned slightly in bed, then replied, “Shouldn’t you stomp on my

my watch,

leave, I heard Neil’s shameless request, “Help me get a bowl of bolete mushroom soup.”

a bowl of bolete mushroom soup on the bedside

I pointed at the bolete mushroom soup on the table and

glanced at the soup on the table and replied matter-of-factly. It’s cold. The bolete mushroom soup cools

he had a stomach problem and couldn’t eat cold food. I had every reason to suspect that Neil

every

for the harm you just

him? Neil had some

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felt it, and said to me, “How could you let him drink such cold bolete mushroom soup? Patients must

eyeing me, waiting

was speechless for a moment, and under the nurse’s urging, I had to go outside the hospital to buy a bowl of soup.

mushroom soup, he had already sat up in front of the hospital bed, one hand receiving an IV, and

carrying the bolete mushroom soup, he seemed quite pleased, and a smirk appeared on his lips.

him the bolete mushroom soup expressionlessly.

his Ved hand. “Help me open it and set it up,

bed, then opened and arranged the bolele mushroom soup, finally taking a deep breath, “Is that alright?”

up the spoon, and started drinking the bolete mushroom soup. He casually responded, “One more thing”

what else could he want now?

bother you again, since today you came to me first, I can now tell you that the repair estimate is out from when you hit my car before”

that. Indeed, I