Sweet Mischief's Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 88

Mia frowned slightly, "Well, this is kinda awkward."

These two were clearly not good at caregiving.

They had actually forgotten about Hansen lying in bed.

Mia meticulously fed Hansen water, while Andre sat beside them, occasionally checking the rate of the IV drip.

Hansen, who was feeling pretty hungry, asked, "Could you ask the butler when breakfast will be served?"

Mia's hand, holding the water, paused mid-air.

Hansen had been awake for an hour already and she and her husband had completely forgotten about the breakfast they brought.

Andre also coughed awkwardly.

"Dad, um, Andre and I, we actually brought you breakfast. You were asleep and we put it in the corner and forgot about it, and, and…" they forgot about it till now.

Sure enough, these two were pretty unreliable.

Hansen was a bit ticked off. Were these two really here to take care of him?

They even forgot about a patient's meal.

Andre stood up and brought the meal box from the small dining table nearby.

Mia quickly set the table and let Andre prepare breakfast for his father.

Somewhat awkwardly she said, "Dad, the soup was too hot just now, but now it's just warm, so you don't need to blow on it."

Hansen replied, "So, should I thank you for cooling the soup?"

"Haha, we're all family, no need for thanks," Mia laughed.

Seeing her like this, Hansen couldn't help but chuckle.

A smile tugged at the corner of Andre's mouth too.

He served the food and, in an attempt to make up for forgetting about breakfast earlier, Mia volunteered to feed Hansen. She sat on the edge of the bed, holding the plate and said, "Dad, let me feed you."

Hansen replied, "I dare not eat it if you feed me."

"Don't worry, it's absolutely safe. You can eat with peace of mind." Mia scooped up some soup, and without blowing on it, brought it to Hansen's mouth.

Hansen hesitantly opened his mouth, "Um, um, it's too hot, it burns." Hansen barely had a sip when his tongue felt like it was scalded. The soup was so hot it brought tears to his eyes.

Seeing Hansen's discomfort, Mia panicked, "What, what should we do, Dad? I, I, I don't know what to do?"

While Hansen's mouth was still burning, Mia turned to the patient, who couldn't speak, for advice.

Andre quickly pulled out a piece of paper and put it under his father's mouth, "Dad, spit it out."

Hansen spit out the soup into his son's hand.

With his mouth finally relieved, Hansen took a deep breath. "Mia, go get some rest. I'm too old to be your guinea pig."

Mia felt awkward, she had messed up again.

"Then, I'll let my husband feed you."

Mia got up from her seat and glanced at her husband.

Andre went to the bathroom to wash his hands and then sat by the bed, taking the utensils from his wife.

Usually high and mighty Andre was a bit nervous at the moment.

He'd never taken care of anyone before, let alone fed them.

Andre had no problem dealing with the cutthroat world of business. No matter how complicated the business fight, he could handle it with ease. However, he was not adept at taking care of his father's daily needs, like breakfast.

He took the plate and spoon from his wife, feeling a bit stiff in the wrist.

His young wife was still a little girl who wasn't very good at caregiving. But he was nearly thirty. If he couldn't take care of people, he'd be a laughingstock.

Even though Andre was very nervous, he didn't let it show on his face.