Aaron gasped in pain and pinched the space between his eyebrows to protest. "I'm a patient. Can you be gentler?"
Emma was indifferent and picked up an apple to peel it.
Aaron felt snubbed and tried to find a way out. "Don't mind your sister-in-law. She's jealous. What did you cook? Take it out."
I quickly got up and set up the table on the bed. "I made some stew and two light dishes. The doctor said you should watch what you eat."
As expected, Aaron would not be able to enjoy any good food for the next few months.
Aaron didn't mind it at all, probably because he didn't want to make me feel guilty. He scooped up a spoonful of chicken stew and put it into his mouth. "Hmm, there's progress. Arianna, you can take full charge of my patient meals from now on." Feeling a lump in my throat, I subconsciously nodded my head like a rattle-drum and said, "Okay, I'll cook all sorts of dishes for you every day."
Aaron calmly accepted your offer. "Thank you so much. Haha..."
Emma shook her head and deliberately teased him, "Someone won't even let other people touch a strand of his sister's hair, yet doesn't have that demeanour in private. You only know how to take advantage of her."
Aaron was not angry. He smiled cheekily and stretched out his neck to talk back. "If you are willing to cook for me, I can also do my best to take advantage of you."
Hearing that, Emma rolled her eyes, and Aaron immediately gave in. He put his head down and continued to eat his stew.
The atmosphere was so relaxed that I had the illusion that nothing had happened. It felt as though Aaron hadn't met with an accident, and his hands were still in good condition. He was still the young master who behaved like a gentleman in front of his close friends. Whenever I was bullied, he would stand up and beat the bullies up without hesitation.
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