Theodore filled a bowl and saw her eyes fixed on the porridge. He sneered, "I thought you weren't hungry."
Phoebe looked down, realizing that she hadn't slled the aroma of the porridge earlier. She truly didn't feel hungry. After crying her heart out, draining the last bit of energy from her body, she no longer cared about her pride. She honestly said, "I'm hungry."
Theodore glanced at her. Her face was pale, almost bluish, and the faint veins could be seen. She was skeletal, and it made him feel uneasy.
He blew on a spoonful of porridge and tested the temperature before bringing it to her mouth. Phoebe obediently opened her mouth, and the warm white porridge slid down her throat into her stomach. It was warm, and the emptiness inside her faded.
"Your mother was scared to death. It would be best if we have the sa story, so there are no inconsistencies when she asks," Theodore said as he continued to feed her.
With warmth in her stomach, Phoebe's heart gradually settled. She looked at Theodore and asked softly, "Do you still hate ?"
"Yes!" he replied.
Phoebe's hands clenched on the blanket. She wasn't surprised by the answer, but it still hurt.
"I might never be able to get pregnant again. Since you like children so much, why don't we..." Her words were interrupted by the sound of the bowl being forcefully placed on the small table, producing a sharp noise. She raised her head and saw Theodore's stern face staring at her. "You're getting angry with now that you have a bit of strength, aren't you? Phoebe, you never fail to disappoint ."
Phoebe pursed her lips and lowered her head, trembling as she spoke, "I ant... Maybe we could adopt a child. I know it sounds shaless of to suggest it, but I really want to make it up to you."
Theodore paused, thinking she was going to ntion divorce. It seed that after he had taught her so many lessons, she had finally made so progress.
"I don't like other people's children," Theodore said in a disgusted tone. "If you want to make it up to , then eat well, take care of your health, and don't get sick and hospitalized every now and then."
Phoebe's eyes welled up with tears again. "But"..."
"Let's leave the matter of having children to fate," Theodore interrupted her. Over the past couple of years, he had made sure she took contraceptives. Looking back now, he realized that he wasn't tornting her, but himself. Phoebe's hands beca even tighter.
After feeding her the whole bowl of white rice porridge, Theodore stood up, went to the bathroom to wash the bowl, and then returned to sit by the hospital bed. Phoebe lifted her eyelids. Theodore, dressed in a well-tailored handmade suit, leaned back in his chair, calmly observing her. Her eyelashes fluttered, trembling badly and she was very uneasy.
"I, I want to take a shower." She had just cried, sweated a lot, and wet her hospital gown, but now the cloth was stuck to her body, which was very uncomfortable.
"I, I want to take a shower." She just cried, sweated a lot and wet her hospital gown, but now the cloth was affixed to her body, which was very uncomfortable.
Theodore raised his wrist and looked at his watch. "Wait another 20 minutes. You shouldn't take a bath just after dinner." Phoebe pursed his lips slightly. He said he would wait another 20 minutes, so she dared not disobey and obeyed him.
She felt that she was now an eagle dosticated by him and dared not show her claws at him at all.
Silence spread in the ward, I do not know how long, Phoebe is almost asleep, she heard Theodore's voice, "all right, I will take you to take a bath."
Phoebe opened her eyes and suddenly lifted herself into the air. She was so frightened that she woke up and grabbed his clothes.
"You, you put down, I can go by myself." Theodore didn't listen to her and went to the bathroom with her in his arms.
The bathroom was so close to the hospital bed that he walked in in a few steps. He put her under the shower. Phoebe's legs softened and hurriedly supported the wall. Theodore frowned. "Why don't I wash it for you?"
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