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 his

"What's the matter,

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

good being taken care of and glanced

some soup?" Selena asked, using a small spoon to blow

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

and quietly stirred the soup in the bowl. Her

to knock over the soup and

strength, so he just leaned back on the

some hot water; I

small table on the

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

were too severe for a soak. She had

brought in a reclining chair. "Sit down, I'll wipe

and stretched out

didn't argue, knowing he was still

was the type to wear his anger on his sleeve, practically screaming, "Hurry up

and her fingers trembled when she

his heart. If it had been

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

steady her

towel and began

couldn't stand being dirty, so he frowned when she only used a towel. "Use

too many wounds; it's not

"Figure it

was right about