Chapter 447 Feeding
Michael tried to keep his voice light, "It's in the past, don't worry about it." But Emma could sense the warmth and concern in his eyes, like sunlight touching her heart.
"I'm really sorry," she murmured, guilt washing over her like a tide. She was deeply moved by his selfless actions. "How about I treat you to dinner to show my gratitude?"
Michael paused, then he feigned a casual refusal. "You're George's wife, and I'm just his uncle. It might give people the wrong idea to have dinner alone."
"It's just to thank you, nothing more," Emma quickly explained, a hint of pleading in her eyes. Seeing her so insistent, Michael's resolve softened.
"Alright, if you insist, I'll accept," he said with a slight smile, as if making a reluctant decision.
They decided to first take care of Michael's injury. Emma followed nervously, but Michael seemed relaxed, a light smile playing on his lips. "You wait outside, and I'll handle it myself. It's no big deal."
"I want to stay with you," Emma said firmly, not wanting to leave his side.
"Really, it's fine. Let me do this alone. You shouldn't see blood right now; it might upset you," Michael reassured her gently. Emma reluctantly nodded and waited outside.
Inside the clinic, Michael greeted his doctor friend.
The doctor examined his wound, initially frowning, then falling silent with a complex expression.
"Does this wound even need bandaging? If you'd come any later, it would have healed on its own," the doctor teased.
"Just bandage it. Mind your business!"
"Alright, alright. If you say so, who am I to argue?"
The doctor quickly finished bandaging, mentally labeling Michael's behavior as seeking sympathy.
Michael couldn't help but twitch his lips. His friend had seen right through him.
Indeed, he was seeking sympathy. This tactic worked best on kind-hearted girls.
"Need any more help?"
Michael raised an eyebrow but said nothing. The doctor understood and patted his chest confidently. "Don't worry, I've got you covered."
Outside, Emma waited anxiously, her mind filled with worry for Michael. She had no idea what he was going through inside. Finally, when Michael emerged from the clinic, she rushed to him, concern evident in her voice. "How are you?"
"I'm fine, all bandaged up," Michael replied with a faint smile, as if everything was alright.
The doctor followed them out, scanning the area before asking, "Who's Michael's family member?"
Emma's heart skipped a beat. Feeling a bit embarrassed, she stepped forward and nodded. "I am."
The doctor frowned, mistaking her for Michael's wife, and his tone grew stern. "As his wife, you need to be more careful. His wound has been repeatedly torn open and could worsen significantly! You must take good care of him."
Emma blushed deeply, feeling incredibly guilty. She quickly promised, "I'll take good care of him! I won't let the wound reopen!"
The doctor relaxed slightly and advised, "The key to healing is keeping the wound clean and dry, avoiding strenuous arm movements, and regularly changing the bandages to prevent infection. Watch for redness or pus, and come to the hospital if you see any."
"Got it! Thank you, I'll be careful!" Emma nodded earnestly, her expression sincere, showing her commitment.
The doctor nodded in satisfaction and finally told Michael, "You can go now. Take care of the wound and remember what I said."
Michael smirked, secretly admiring his friend's acting skills.
He glanced at Emma, a gentle look in his eyes. "Let's go have dinner," he said, leading the way out, leaving Emma behind, her face flushed with a mix of shyness and gratitude.
They walked into an upscale restaurant, the elegant ambiance making them feel at ease. The atmosphere was refined, with exquisite dishes and warm lighting creating a romantic vibe. As soon as they sat down, the waiter enthusiastically introduced the menu.
Noticing Michael's injured arm, the waiter offered to help cut his steak and feed him. Michael frowned slightly, disliking the idea of being served.
"I can manage on my own," he said softly, his tone slightly impatient.
Emma immediately objected, "No way! Your hand is injured, and the doctor specifically said not to strain it." Her voice was firm but caring.
"I'm fine, really," Michael said with a forced smile.
"I know you don't like being disturbed by strangers. Don't worry, I'll take care of you," Emma said, surprising even herself.
How did she know Michael's preferences?
But Emma didn't dwell on it and focused on ordering the food.
"I won't order anything," Michael tried to protest, feeling both helpless and amused. But in the end, he let Emma order a steak and a salad for him.
When the food arrived, Emma carefully cut the steak and then picked up the fork, feeding him with care. "Here, open up."
Michael smiled wryly, thinking how familiar this scene was. He opened his mouth and accepted her feeding. The waitstaff couldn't help but glance over, exchanging amused and envious looks.
"So sweet," a young waiter whispered.
"Absolutely! I've never seen such a loving couple," another waiter agreed.
Emma blushed, feeling a rush of embarrassment. She lowered her head, trying to ignore the stares. Despite the awkwardness, the action felt natural, as if it had happened countless times before.
"Eat slowly, be careful not to burn yourself," she reminded him gently, her eyes full of concern.
Michael savored the moment, his heart filled with sweet memories.
This scene reminded him of their days in Sunterra. Back then, Emma always took care of him and Seraphine, serving them food and feeding them. Once, while cooking together, Emma enthusiastically encouraged Michael to try cutting the meat himself. He was so clumsy that she couldn't help but laugh, eventually taking over and patiently teaching him. She fed him while playfully teasing his lack of skill, turning a simple evening into a warm and cherished memory.
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