Chapter 250

Chapter 250:

“I said, open your mouth!” Eric interrupted, his tone suddenly firm, his face darkening.

In the kitchen, Kira glanced over at them, sighing quietly. Eric really had no clue when it came to courting a woman. So forceful! What woman would appreciate that?

With no other choice, Hadley hesitated before reluctantly parting her lips.

The piece of bread was so large, it nearly filled her entire mouth.

“Too much?” Eric studied her carefully, noticing the slight discomfort. “Okay, I’ll cut it smaller next time.”

His gaze dropped to her lips, his voice softening to a near murmur. “Such a tiny mouth! Your lips are so… delicate.”

So, this was probably what people meant by “rosebud lips.” The phrase had to have been invented for her.

Hadley fought to chew and swallow, finally managing to speak. “Eric, about me going back to Galant—”

“One more.”

Another piece of bread hovered near her lips.

Eric’s gaze never left her face, waiting. “This one’s smaller.”

Reluctantly, Hadley parted her lips again.

As she chewed, Eric’s voice dropped unexpectedly. “Hadley, I’ll take care of you from now on. I promise.”

What just happened?

Hadley’s eyes widened in shock as the bread got stuck in her throat. It was too dry to swallow and too lodged to cough out.

Her coughs erupted uncontrollably.

“Hadley?”

Startled by the commotion, Eric rose swiftly and moved to her side from across the table. “Are you alright? Show me!” He reached for her chin, trying to examine her mouth.

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Despite her persistent coughing, Hadley vigorously shook her head, refusing his help. Her mouth was filled with half-chewed food—hardly a pretty sight.

Moreover, why should she allow it?

“Don’t be so stubborn!” Eric’s frown deepened, his impatience apparent. It seemed he might pry her mouth open by force if necessary.

“Mr. Flynn.” Kira, who had been quietly watching, intervened with a glass of water in hand. “It seems she’s choking. Let her drink this.”

Gratefully, Hadley nodded, unable to voice her thanks.

“Hurry, hand it over!”

When Eric took the glass from the housekeeper, Hadley tried to grasp it, but he held on.

Instead, he guided the glass to her lips. “Drink this.” Left with no alternative, Hadley sipped from his hand.

After a few large gulps, the bread dislodged.

Relieved, Hadley pushed the glass away.

“Are you sure you’re all right now?” Eric looked concerned.

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