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

snorted, "What's

respond. Seeing him eat, she sighed in relief and

of and glanced at her face. Why did

you want some soup?" Selena asked, using a small spoon to blow on it gently before bringing it to

then asked, "I heard you haven't

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

wanting to knock over the soup and

so he just leaned back on

hot water; I want

small table on the bed and helped him get

a VIP ward with a private bathroom and kitchen,

water, but Raymond's injuries were too severe for a soak. She had to settle for wiping him down

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

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

argue, knowing he

on

and her fingers trembled when she saw the

was so close to his heart. If it had been a bit off, he would've

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

a deep breath to steady her trembling fingers and removed his hospital

wet the towel and began to wipe

obsession, couldn't stand being dirty, so he frowned when she

too many wounds;

closed his eyes. "Figure

Steve was right