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

Neil was okay, I decided to leave

and then leave? What if your fall and push left

it you who asked me

could have refused to help

don’t push it. If you keep this up, even if you were dying in front of me, I

replied, “Shouldn’t you stomp on my corpse a couple of

I’m not that sick? I checked my

about to leave, I heard Neil’s shameless request,

bowl of bolete mushroom

eat that one” I pointed at the bolete mushroom soup on the table

bolete mushroom

problem and couldn’t eat cold food. I had every

with yourself every day; a bowl

compensate for the harm

Neil had

T

said to me, “How could you let him drink such cold bolete mushroom soup? Patients must eat warm and easily digestible food.

eyeing me, waiting for

a moment, and under the nurse’s urging, I had to go outside the hospital to buy a

already sat up in front of the hospital bed, one hand receiving an

he saw me carrying the bolete mushroom soup, he seemed

mushroom soup

at his Ved hand.

table on the bed, then opened and arranged the bolele mushroom

spoon, and started drinking the bolete

what else could he want

Neil looked up at me, “Even though I promised you that I wouldn’t bother you again,