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

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

“Wasn’t it you who asked me to help

at me with a hint of mischief in his eyes, “You could have refused to help me, but

up, even if you were dying in front of me, I wouldn’t help you” I

managed to laugh. He turned slightly in bed, then replied, “Shouldn’t you stomp on my corpse a couple of times to let out some pent-up anger?”

that sick? I checked my

Neil’s shameless request, “Help me get a bowl of bolete mushroom

of bolete mushroom soup on the bedside table that had been brought

that one” I pointed at the bolete mushroom

table and replied matter-of-factly. It’s cold. The bolete mushroom

stomach problem and couldn’t eat cold food. I had every reason

indulge him. Then don’t eat it. You mess with yourself every day; a

discontentedly. “Shouldn’t you compensate for the harm you just did to

him? Neil had

T

the bolete mushroom soup on the table, felt it, and said to me, “How could you let him

was eyeing me, waiting for my

had to go outside the hospital to buy a bowl

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

he seemed quite pleased, and a smirk

him the bolete mushroom soup expressionlessly.

looked at the unopened box, then at his Ved hand. “Help me open it and set it up, will

small table on the bed, then opened and arranged the bolele mushroom soup,

and started drinking

was puzzled, what else could he want

promised you that I wouldn’t bother you again, since today you came to me first, I can now tell you

about that. Indeed, I still owed him