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?"

side dishes, and brought it to his mouth. "Mr... Raymond." She had

"What's the

respond. Seeing him eat, she sighed in relief and scooped

pretty good being taken care of and glanced at her face. Why did he like

spoon to blow on it

heard you haven't visited

the soup in the bowl. Her

to knock over the soup

strength, so he just leaned back on the

some hot water; I

put away the small table on the bed

staying in a VIP ward with a private bathroom and kitchen, all specially renovated to meet

injuries were too severe for a soak. She had to

make things easier, Selena brought in a reclining chair. "Sit down, I'll wipe you. Your wounds can't get

bit more comfortable and stretched out his legs, ready to be

argue, knowing he

the type to wear his anger on his

gown, and her fingers

it had

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

took a deep breath to steady her trembling fingers and removed

the towel and began

stand being dirty, so he frowned when

are too many

"Figure it out. I want

was right about