Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 914 Hurry Up and Comfort Me

Before Paul could get up to find Selena, Alex chimed in, "How about I feed you?"

"Get lost," Raymond snapped, looking like he'd just bitten into something sour.

Alex shrugged, checked his watch, and realized he had other stuff to do. "Alright, I'll catch you tomorrow." Once Alex left, Paul stood up too. "I need to check on things. I'll get someone to come feed you."

"No need," Raymond grumbled, not wanting anyone to see him like this.

Paul just nodded and walked to the next room.

Selena could've been discharged this morning, but for some reason, she hadn't finished the paperwork.

Paul knocked on her door. "Raymond's awake. Go take care of him." He left before Selena could even react.

Selena slowly got out of bed and headed to Raymond's room.

She paused for a moment, then knocked politely.

Raymond, thinking Paul had sent a nurse, was already in a foul mood. He frowned even more and tried to pick up the spoon again. "Get lost." But then he saw Selena standing there.

Hearing his "get lost," she hesitated, wondering if she should just leave.

"Get over here, what are you standing there for?" Raymond said, letting the spoon drop back into the bowl. "I have no strength."

Selena knew she owed him, so she walked in and closed the door behind her.

His anger simmered down a bit, but he still felt annoyed. "You only come now? Why not wait until I'm dead?"

and brought it to his mouth. "Mr... Raymond." She had meant to say Mr. Montague but ended up

snorted, "What's the matter,

respond. Seeing him eat, she sighed in relief and

taken care of and glanced at her face. Why did he like it

using a small spoon to blow on it gently before bringing it to

a sip and then asked, "I heard you haven't visited me for

gaze and quietly stirred the soup in the bowl. Her silence

knock over the soup and

he just leaned back on

full. Get me some hot water; I want to take

put away the small table on the bed

was staying in a VIP ward with a private bathroom and

the bathtub with hot water, but Raymond's injuries were too severe for a soak.

a reclining chair.

comfortable and stretched out his legs, ready

argue, knowing

type to wear his anger on his sleeve, practically screaming,

didn't fuss, unbuttoned his hospital gown, and her fingers trembled when she saw the

heart. If it had been a bit off,

that day, her hands covered

took a deep breath to steady her

the towel and began to wipe

couldn't stand being dirty, so he frowned

are too many wounds; it's not

eyes. "Figure

was right about him being