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?"

the bedside, took the spoon, stirred the porridge, added some side dishes, and brought it to his mouth. "Mr... Raymond." She had meant to say Mr. Montague but

snorted, "What's the

didn't respond. Seeing him eat, she sighed in relief and scooped another

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

small spoon to blow on

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

and quietly stirred the soup in the bowl. Her silence was an

to knock over the soup and

he had no strength, so he just leaned back on

water; I want to take

on the bed and helped him get out of

a VIP ward with a private bathroom and kitchen, all specially renovated to meet his cleanliness

injuries were too severe for a soak. She had to

chair. "Sit down, I'll wipe you. Your wounds can't get

comfortable and stretched

didn't argue, knowing

wear his anger on

hospital gown, and her fingers trembled when she saw

his heart. If it had been a bit

that day, her hands covered in his blood, him leaning weakly

a deep breath to steady her trembling fingers

and

stand being dirty, so he

"There are too many

closed his eyes. "Figure it out. I want

thinking Steve was right about him being pretentious and