Chapter 348 Feeding
Elsa had just come off the operating table, her face as pale as paper, and she spoke weakly.
Luke felt heartache and pursed his lips, not arguing with her.
"If there's nothing else, you should go back. I saved Mrs. Taylor not because she's your mother, nor because I want to marry into the Taylor family again. In such a situation, I would save whoever was standing next to me."
Elsa's cold words came out, and then she remembered something and added:
"A few days ago, you saved my life. Now, by a twist of fate, I saved Mrs. Taylor. So, I don't owe you anything anymore. From now on, let's cut ties and not see each other again."
Elsa knew that she hadn't completely let go of Luke, but life was too precious, and she didn't want to waste it on meaningless things anymore.
"Elsa, do you have to be so extreme?" The heartache on Luke's face turned to indifference.
"I didn't know you made that porridge; otherwise, I wouldn't have thrown it on the ground!" Luke was more sensitive than Elsa. Ever since Karida explained the situation, this had been weighing on his mind for days.
"Luke, do you think our problem is just about that bowl of porridge?" Elsa felt even more aggrieved when he brought it up.
She questioned Luke, her eyes turning red without her realizing it.
Luke felt a dull pain in his chest, standing by the bedside, looking down at her.
"If there's nothing else, you should go. Take care." Elsa had been lying on the operating table for so long, under local anesthesia, watching the doctor cut her flesh with a scalpel. Her back ached, and the psychological pressure was immense. Now that she was relaxed, she just wanted to sleep.
After saying that, she ignored Luke and soon fell asleep.
Luke had a lot to say, wanting to apologize, to comfort her, to tell Elsa that Debbie was moved by her and had changed her mind. But she probably didn't care about any of that.
Watching Elsa sleep more soundly, Luke only felt a headache. Elsa was too hard to please, and his love seemed too difficult.
"If Leslie were alive, I'd really want to ask her who you got this temper from." He looked at Elsa's sleeping face, his heart aching, but his tone grew gentler.
Elsa slept for several hours, waking up to a sharp pain in her shoulder.
The anesthesia had worn off, and her shoulder and arm felt like they had been hammered into pieces, too painful to move.
The overhead light in the ward was off, leaving only the bedside lamp casting a soft glow. There was a glass of water on the nightstand, and Luke was gone.
Elsa struggled to sit up, staring blankly at the empty ward.
Luke's pride was so strong that it was only natural for him to leave after being humiliated by her.
Since she had decided to cut ties, she would do it thoroughly. Given enough time, she would surely move on.
As she was lost in thought, the door to the ward made a sound, and a dark figure entered.
"Did you sleep through it?" Luke turned on the overhead light again, his tone softening as he looked at Elsa's dazed eyes.
"Why did you come back?" Elsa asked blankly, no longer as aggressive as before.
What kind of question was that? If he didn't come back, was he supposed to just leave her alone? Luke said nothing, sitting down on the chair by the bed.
It was then that Elsa noticed he was carrying a large food container.
She wanted to refuse, but she hadn't eaten all day, and before she could say anything, her stomach protested.
Luke, with a stern face, took out the items from the food container one by one and, like performing a magic trick, produced a bowl of porridge.
He naturally took a spoon, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and brought it to Elsa's mouth.
Elsa felt awkward. "I can do it myself."
"Are you sure?" Luke raised an eyebrow, looking at her with a half-smile.
Elsa's right arm was injured, and she wasn't used to using her left hand. The nightstand was low, and to eat, she would have to hold the bowl with one hand and feed herself with the other, which she couldn't do.
There were other ways, like placing the food on the nightstand and eating while lying down.
But that posture was too unseemly, and Elsa couldn't bring herself to do it in front of Luke.
She felt a bit deflated. "I won't eat then."
It seemed she would need to find a nurse in the morning.
Luke didn't dare to tease her too much. After all, if Elsa really threw a tantrum and refused to eat, it would be him who felt the heartache.
"Alright, you got hurt saving Debbie, so it's only right that I take care of you." He said, holding back a laugh.
"Come on, if you don't eat soon, it'll get cold." He brought another spoonful of porridge to her mouth.
Elsa didn't insist anymore and ate silently.
The familiar taste made her look up at him suddenly.
Luke's expression was a bit uneasy. "I spilled your porridge, so I made some to make it up to you."
He could have called the villa to have it delivered, but he chose to go home and cook it himself.
"Is your myocarditis better?" She finally asked the question that had been on her mind for a long time.
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