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

in bed, asked me, “Are you going to worsen my condition and then leave? What if your fall

it you who asked

eyes, “You could have refused to help me, but in the end, you made things

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

stomp on my

I checked my watch, “I have things to do, you

request, “Help me get a bowl of bolete mushroom soup.”

my head and saw a bowl of bolete mushroom soup on the bedside table

I pointed at the bolete mushroom

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

uncooperative with medication and rest before, and now he suddenly knew that he had a stomach problem and couldn’t eat cold food. I had every reason to suspect that Neil was deliberately

yourself every day; a bowl of bolete mushroom

compensate for the harm you just did

him? Neil had some

T

could you let him drink such cold bolete

was eyeing me, waiting for my response.

I had

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

mushroom soup expressionlessly.

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

table on the bed, then opened and arranged the bolele mushroom soup, finally taking a deep breath,

drinking the bolete mushroom soup. He casually responded, “One more

what else could he

again, since today you came to me first,

about that. Indeed, I