Chapter 223 Feeding by Hand
Brooklyn was a bit surprised. "He's just stating the facts. No need to get so worked up."
Sebastian turned gentle. "How are you? Still hurting?"
Unsure how to handle his tenderness, she shook her head. "It doesn't hurt anymore. You're busy; you don't need to stay here with me. I'm fine."
Ignoring her, he put his arm around her shoulders. "I know you're not used to my gentleness yet, but you'll get there. Hungry? I had the kitchen prepare some food."
By "kitchen," he meant the hotel's chef since he didn't want to go back to the villa.
He took out a spoon, scooped some applesauce, and brought it to her mouth. "Open up."
She was stunned. 'This new softness he has seems genuine, not an act.'
Her eyes darted between his face and the applesauce, feeling a mix of emotions.
"What's wrong? Not your taste?"
His careful attention felt sudden and unexpected to her.
"I can feed myself. Give it to me."
'I'm not used to being pampered. Am I just too used to being mistreated?' she thought.
"I'll feed you. You're the patient."
"I can do it myself. My hands are fine, and you haven't eaten either."
As they argued, Sebastian's arm injury flared up, making him groan.
She quickly asked, "What's wrong? Did you hurt your arm last night?"
'I hadn't noticed! Not only was I injured last night, but he was, as well.' she thought.
He said softly, "I'm fine. Just eat the applesauce."
She pushed the spoon away. "Let me see your wound first."
He frowned. "No need. It's just a minor injury."
She didn't know he was hurt, so now she must check. "If you don't let me see, I won't eat."
Her words came out slightly playful, making her blush.
Sebastian, surprised by her blush, smiled. "Alright, but you have to eat the applesauce and the fish after you check."
She was taken aback. 'Since when did we talk so naturally like this?'
With his left arm injured, he unbuttoned his shirt slowly. Brooklyn couldn't stand it. "Let me."
Without thinking it was awkward, she deftly took over.
Sebastian watched her face, suppressing his joy. Brooklyn was like an addictive drug, impossible to quit.
With his shirt off, his gauzed-wrapped left arm was visible.
Brooklyn was puzzled.
'I can't see the wound, but I can see his strong chest and muscles!'
From less than five feet away, his intense male pheromones overwhelmed her senses.
Her throat went dry, quickly looking away. "Put your shirt back on!"
Sebastian's mischievous smile and deep eyes teased her. "Dr. Mitchell, aren't you going to check the wound? Are you done?"
She swallowed, taking a deep breath. "Yes! It's done!"
He didn't hurry to put his shirt back on. "Can we eat now?"
Brooklyn was shocked.
'Not like this!'
"If you put your shirt on, I'll eat." Her face turned red. He had teased her before, and she always gave in.
Sebastian slowly put his shirt back on, then paused. "Buttons."
Brooklyn was speechless.
Biting her lip, she buttoned his shirt while enduring the flush on her face.
Sebastian was satisfied. This was a good start. He had enough patience to stay with her.
However, Brooklyn's heart was in turmoil. 'Only four days left until this happiness is gone. Could I be selfish for once? Should I just enjoy this pampering before completely letting go?'
"Open your mouth."
Brooklyn smiled for the first time since waking up, obediently opening her mouth. The sweet applesauce entered.
Sebastian forked a piece of fish. "Eat more of this."
She opened her mouth hesitantly. She slowly ate the fish, but she couldn't hold back her tears, a drop falling on the fork. She quickly wiped it away.
"Sorry, too much IV fluid, it's overflowing."
Sebastian was silent.
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