Theodore placed the items on the coffee table. He poured the soup out and placed it in front of Everleigh.
"I've specially asked a nutritionist to prepare this soup for you. It's very good for the bones. Isn't your hand injured? This soup is the most suitable for you," Theodore said. He even used a spoon to scoop a spoonful of soup and put it beside her lips.
Everleigh was stunned. Her clear eyes were full of doubts, "I don't want to drink it."
"At least drink a little. It's good for your health," he said.
"My father has already asked someone to cook some soup for me, so I won't bother you, Mr. Godfrey." Her words made him feel uncomfortable.
He realized that no matter how Everleigh became, she would always be the woman he loved.
He did not care about what had happened before. He would be happy as long as she was willing to stay by his side.
"Then drink it later."
"Do you still have any business with me?" She asked.
"No, I'm just here to visit you," he said in a serious tone. He could tell that she was chasing him away from her tone.
She turned her head. Her body was against the sun rays. At that time, a gentle breeze blew in and her hair fluttered. The fragrance of her hair went into his nostril along with the smell of disinfectant.
"What did the doctor say?"
"My injury is not a big deal, but my hand may need some time to recover," Everleigh said and glanced at her wrist. She was a doctor, too. It had been a few days, but she still couldn't feel her wrist at all.
If it went on like that, she would also start to wonder if she was disabled or not.
"It'll take a hundred days to recover from an injury that involves the bone. You're a doctor too. You should know that the recovery rate will definitely be slower for a wound like this." Theodore's deep voice suddenly sounded. His tone was calm, but it wasn't hard to tell how much he cared about her.
Everleigh did not say anything. She was clear about her own situation.
"I haven't had much to do recently, so I can come to visit you. You said that a patient's mood needs to be changed through emotions." He was worried that she would reject him, so he used her own words at her.
She glanced at him and said in a low voice, "What can you change?"
"Nothing. I just want you to feel at ease," he answered.
That short sentence filled her heart with unspeakable emotions.
Feel at ease.
How could she feel at ease? The knot in her heart was him. Watching him walking back and forth in front of her everyday would only make her feel even more depressed.
When Cecil and Alastair came back and saw Theodore in the hospital room, both of them were stunned.
"You guys are back," Everleigh said.
"Why is he here?" Cecil asked with her gaze fixed on Theodore.
"I don't know," Everleigh answered.
"It's only natural for me to visit her." Theodore's eyes trembled slightly, because he felt bitter from her words.
Could it be that his appearance was so unacceptable for her?
"Stop crying crocodile tears. Don't come here if you really have her in your mind. After all, you're the one who got her into trouble." Cecil crossed her arms and looked at him with disgust.
Everleigh furrowed her beautiful brows and looked at him, "What does she mean by that? Is it because of your..."
"It's Josephine who incited Yadreil to hurt you. We also found out that Josephine is mentally ill and captured her," he gave her a simple explanation.
His expression did not change in the slightest. It was as if that woman, who had once been his fiancee, was not worthy of mentioning at all.
"You really are a fickle man. In any case, she's still a woman who used to be together with you, you know?" Cecil sat on the sofa and said coldly.
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