Charles didn’t say a word, just furrowed his brows slightly, giving her a cold glance. She dared not delay for a mont, imdiately putting down the water glass and went out.
Charles glanced coldly at Korea’s back, then turned to look at Ji Chicheng lying on the bed.
His eyes were open, looking at him, and his brows were slightly furrowed.
Was he dissatisfied with him?
Just as this guess flashed through Charles’ mind, he noticed Ji Chicheng shifting his gaze to the water glass Korea had just put down.
Charles suddenly understood, smiled, "Daddy can feed you."
He reached out again for the water glass, scooped a spoonful, tested the temperature by touching it to his lips, then fed it to Ji Chicheng.
But Ji Chicheng tightly pressed his lips together, furrowing his brow even more.
"What’s wrong?" Charles frowned, not understanding Ji Chicheng’s behavior.
The amnesiac young master Ji’s inner thoughts: Can’t you see I’m disgusted by you?
Charles studied the expression on Ji Chicheng’s face for a while, hesitatingly asked, "Are you disgusted by daddy?"
The amnesiac young master Ji’s inner thoughts: Thank heavens, you finally noticed.
"Then pour it out and scoop again." Charles patiently poured out the water from the spoon, scooped another spoonful, and brought it to Ji Chicheng’s lips.
Only then did Ji Chicheng open his mouth and drink the water.
This was the first ti in Charles’ life feeding his son, feeling incredibly excited inside.
He scooped another spoonful, bringing it to Ji Chicheng’s lips. Just as Ji Chicheng was about to open his mouth, he suddenly withdrew the spoon and raised an eyebrow at Ji Chicheng, "Want to drink more?"
The amnesiac young master Ji’s inner thoughts: Obviously, can’t you see my lips are very dry?
Charles smiled slightly and said, "Call daddy, and I’ll give you more to drink."
Why him, is he my real dad?
Ji Chicheng shot Charles a haughty sidelong glance, closed his eyes, and ignored him.
Charles imdiately apologized, "Don’t be angry, daddy was wrong."
He quickly brought the spoon to Ji Chicheng’s lips again, but Ji Chicheng just pressed his lips together and wouldn’t accept it.
Standing outside the door, Willis thought: Is that really their great Mr. Charles?
No matter how he coaxed, Ji Chicheng wouldn’t open his mouth or eyes, causing Charles to beco deflated and put the spoon back in the cup before setting the cup down, ready to turn and leave.
Suddenly, Ji Chicheng opened his eyes again, looking at him expressionlessly and asked, "What have I forgotten? Who exactly are you?"
Charles shrugged, "Obviously, you’ve forgotten your daddy, ."
No, not at all.
He didn’t have a single bit of mory of this person.
Ji Chicheng closed his eyes, desperately trying to recall, but couldn’t rember anything. His mind was a blank.
Charles knew he was trying to rember again, bent over, reached out to pat his chest, "If you can’t rember, don’t force it. The doctor said you’ll recover your mory soon."
Ji Chicheng, really unable to rember, temporarily gave up, his brows gradually relaxing.
"Get so rest, recover your body, and then try to rember," Charles took Ji Chicheng’s hand and indulgently kissed the back of it.
Then he ignored Ji Chicheng’s look of disdain, turned and left the ward.
Once he was out the door, Willis followed behind and closed it.
Korea paced anxiously at the door, and seeing Charles co out, she quickly approached, "Uncle."
Charles didn’t acknowledge her at first, walking towards the end of the corridor.
Korea lowered her head, following behind Charles, occasionally glancing at Charles’ tall and cold silhouette.
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