"The hospital food is awful, and the dishes outside lack nutrition. So I went home and had the cook make porridge for you, bringing you a caring breakfast. Are you touched?"
Chad Yakov carried the lunchbox forward, waving it in front of her.
He sat by the bed, placed the lunchbox on the bedside table, and skillfully ladled out the porridge.
Even the side dishes in the lunchbox were neatly arranged on the table.
Victoria Gibson sat at the bedside, watching the thin sweat on his forehead and the sweat droplets gathering at the tip of his nose.
Her gaze followed his handsome face back and noticed his shirt soaked with sweat on his back.
It's only 8 AM, did he get up so early just to go home and bring her breakfast?
"Open your mouth." Chad Yakov didn't notice her odd expression and brought the porridge close to her mouth, commanding her.
"..." A subtle emotion stirred in Victoria Gibson's heart, an unspoken feeling of being moved filled her chest, impossible to suppress.
