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 meant to say Mr. Montague but ended up using

"What's the

him eat, she sighed in relief

and glanced at her face. Why did he like it so

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

a sip and then asked, "I heard you

gaze and quietly stirred the soup in

was furious, wanting to knock over

no strength, so he just leaned

I want

put away the small table on the bed and helped him get out

a private bathroom and kitchen, all specially renovated to

filled the bathtub with hot water, but Raymond's injuries were too severe for

chair. "Sit down, I'll wipe you. Your

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

argue, knowing he

his anger on his

unbuttoned his hospital gown, and her fingers trembled when she saw the gunshot

to his heart. If it had

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

a deep breath to steady her trembling

the towel and began

so he frowned when she only used a towel. "Use some

"There are too many wounds; it's

"Figure it out. I

teeth, thinking Steve was right about