Inside the hospital room, it suddenly became quiet. The only sounds were the breathing of Caden Lockwood and Evelyn Morgan, staring at each other, neither willing to give in, both insisting on compliance from the other.
Finally, Caden compromised, speaking softly: "I'll feed you the rest of your meal, then go get bandaged."
Evelyn furrowed her brows, feeling helpless yet resentful at Caden's firm tone.
It was clearly his hand that was injured, yet he acted so nonchalantly!
But she knew Caden too well. When had she ever won against him?
Caden fed Evelyn one bite after another, and she took each bite, occasionally making small requests.
Ignoring his injured hand, she found herself increasingly enjoying being fed by Caden.
"Meat! Don't just give me vegetables, give me some meat!"
"I'll drink the soup later, I want to eat the rice first."
"I know how to spit out fish bones myself. Can't I have a bite first? You don't need to pick out the bones for me."
