Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 231

I had a rebellious heart, but Neil’s gaze made it impossible for me to say no.

Even a stranger should lend a hand to a sick patient.

I took a few steps, holding Neil’s arm and using my body as support, helping him to the ward step by step.

Neil had slimmed down a bit recently, but he was still a tall guy, and his body was not light. I was leaning a bit, but I dared not let go.

Because Neil smoked a lot, his hospital gown smelled strongly of smoke, so I couldn’t help turning my head to cough a couple of times

I lost strength in my legs accidentally, and with most of Neil’s weight on me, I couldn’t stand steady

Neil seemed to anticipate that I would fall because of my distraction. He quickly let go of me and fell forward himself, but the accident still happened since I was also pulled forward by his falling force

“Ouch…” When I fell on Neil, I heard him gasp

I tried to scramble up in a panic, only to land my hand on his stomach. He twitched his brow and glared at me, “Are you trying to kill your ex-husband?!”

A kind-hearted nurse came over. She helped me up first, then, along with me, helped Neil, who was pale with pain, up and sent him to the ward.

I should’ve left then, but out of guilt, i decided to stick around and see how things were.

The nurse checked Neil, gave him some medication, and gave him some advice.

“If you don’t like the hospital food, I can bring you some when I go home! The nurse said while blushing a bit..

“No need.” Neil replied coldly

nurse left awkwardly, and seeing that Neil

to worsen my condition and

speechless. “Wasn’t it you who asked

of mischief in his eyes, “You could have refused to help me, but in the end, you made

were dying in front of me,

bed, then replied, “Shouldn’t you stomp on my corpse a

sick? I checked my watch,

heard Neil’s shameless request,

bowl of bolete mushroom soup on the bedside table

pointed at the bolete mushroom soup on the table

soup on the table and replied matter-of-factly. It’s cold. The bolete mushroom soup cools too quickly

rest before, and now he suddenly knew that he had a stomach problem and couldn’t eat cold food. I had every reason to suspect that Neil was deliberately

eat it. You mess with yourself every day; a

discontentedly. “Shouldn’t you compensate for

hurt him? Neil had some

T

it, and said to me, “How could you let him drink such cold bolete mushroom soup? Patients must eat

me, waiting

I had to go outside the hospital to buy a

to Neil’s ward with the bolete mushroom soup, he had already sat up in front of the hospital bed, one hand receiving

me carrying the bolete mushroom soup, he seemed

soup expressionlessly. “Drink

hand. “Help me open

and arranged the bolele mushroom soup, finally

up the spoon, and started drinking the

else could he want

few mouthfuls of the bolete mushroom soup, Neil looked up at me, “Even though I promised you that I wouldn’t bother you again, since today you came to me first, I can now tell you that the repair estimate is out