Chapter 711

Chapter 711:

His dark eyes locked onto hers, frustration burning behind them.

“Are you trying to drive me insane?”

Hadley sighed, exasperated.

“I don’t know what you want from me anymore. Should I call Linda over instead?”

“Hadley!” His jaw clenched, his voice rough and low.

“I don’t want Linda. I don’t want anyone else. Just you.”

“Whatever!” Hadley cast him a flat look, completely unfazed.

“So? Are you eating or not?”

“Yes, I’ll eat—ugh!”

Eric tried to push himself up, but the movement sent a sharp jolt of pain through his wounds. A hiss escaped his lips as cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

Hadley sighed, setting the bowl down before helping him sit up properly. She grabbed two pillows, tucking them behind his back with practiced ease.

“There.”

She picked up the bowl again, scooping up a spoonful of soup and holding it out to him.

Eric took a sip—but immediately grimaced. “It’s too hot—blow on it.”

Eric made no attempt to take the spoon from her, simply sitting there, waiting.

Hadley blinked, staring at him in disbelief.

“Mr. Flynn, you’re twenty-eight years old, not eight.”

𝘾𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢: gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧿ⅽ𝗼𝗺

Even children knew how to cool their own food—Joy was barely three, and even she could manage it without fuss.

“Well? Aren’t you going to do it for me?” He lifted an eyebrow, almost taunting. “I don’t care if I’m twenty-eight or forty-eight—if you don’t cool it for me, I’m not eating.”

Hadley inhaled deeply. Too weary to continue the standoff, she reluctantly brought the spoon to her lips, gently blowing over the soup before offering it back to him.

“There. Perfectly safe for your royal palate now.”

Eric took the spoonful, chewing slowly, evaluating the flavor with exaggerated skepticism.

Predictably, he wasn’t satisfied. “It’s pretty bad.”

Hadley released a measured breath, forcing calm into her voice. “Just have a bit more, alright? It’s already getting late, and you haven’t even begun your treatment today.”

But Eric made no response, simply staring at her with a sulky expression.

Hadley raised an eyebrow. “Now what’s wrong? Tell me exactly what your highness wants.”

Eric’s lips twitched slightly before mumbling, “The steamed pear you made the other day.”

Hadley chuckled dryly, clearly humoring a very fussy patient. “Finish this first, and I’ll make it for you later this afternoon.”

Eric squinted suspiciously, weighing his options carefully before finally surrendering with a resigned sigh. “Fine.”

Once Eric finished eating, the nurse returned to administer his IV medication, and Hadley began preparing to head back to Silver Villas.

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