Scrambling to Be the Father of His Ex-Wife's Kid novel Chapter 168

"Nothing, I just burnt myself." I had not expected the pot to be so hot. I quickly faked an air of calm although searing pain was now traveling through my index finger.

He picked up my hand and took a look at it. A furious expression took over his face as he asked, "You call this nothing?"

It was only then that I saw there was a white scald wound on my index finger, accompanied by the vague smell of burnt flesh.

The expression on his face was stony as he dragged m e into the living room, found the first-aid kit, and took out the burn ointment to apply onto my finger. He blew air on my finger as he applied it. His actions were gentle, but there was an ugly expression on his face. He did not say a word throughout the entire process.

"Um, I didn’t do it on purpose. I accidentally..." I began babbling nervously when I noticed he was angry.

He looked up at me, a furious expression on his handsome face and a cold look in his eyes. "Did anyone ask you to touch it? Didn't you know I had just boiled that soup? Don't you know how much it hurts t o be burnt on a hot summer's day?"

I chuckled dryly and waved the hand with ointment o n it. "It doesn't hurt anymore now that medicine's been applied to it."

"Hmph!” He glared at me before getting up. "Stay here, and don't move."

I hurriedly nodded.

He returned to the kitchen. Soon after, three dishes and a pot of soup were served on the dining table.

I reached out to grab myself some food but sheepishly retracted my hands and sat still when he glared at me.

He fixed up a plate of food and walked over to me so h e could spoon the food into my mouth.

"I can feed myself," I said cautiously. It was just a slight burn on my left hand. There was no need for me to be fed.

"Open your mouth!" The tone of his voice was still chilly. It seemed like he was still angry.

Left with no choice, I opened my mouth. He patiently spooned mouthful after mouthful of food into my mouth, forcing me to eat an entire plate of food and drink up an entire bowl of soup before he was satisfied.

After we finished the meal, he ignored my protests and carried me over to the couch in the living room, where he fed me pieces of cut-up fruit with a toothpick.

I clapped a hand to my forehead. I had learned a long time ago that Theo was very good at taking care of people. If he cared about you, he would take such good care of you that you would never have to lift a finger for yourself again.

"Theo, you’re going to spoil me if you continue like this," I could not help but say quietly. To be honest, I was terrified. Terrified that I would start to crave his kindness, terrified I would eventually end up losing m y sense of self because I could no longer extricate myself from such feelings.

"I don’t mind. I can take care of you if you get spoiled, anyway," he replied matter-of-factly.