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

awkwardly, and seeing that Neil was okay, I decided

bed, asked me, “Are you going to worsen my condition and then leave? What

“Wasn’t it you who asked me to help

have refused to help me, but in the end, you

if you were

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

not you, I’m not that sick? I checked my watch, “I have things

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

of bolete mushroom soup on the bedside table that

one” I pointed at the bolete mushroom soup

The bolete mushroom

a stomach problem and couldn’t eat cold food. I had every reason to suspect that Neil was deliberately causing me

don’t eat it. You mess with yourself every day;

asked discontentedly. “Shouldn’t you compensate for the harm

hurt him? Neil had some

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

me,

urging, I had to go outside the hospital to buy a bowl of

bolete mushroom soup, he had already sat up in front of the hospital bed, one hand receiving an IV, and the other scrolling on his

soup, he seemed quite pleased, and a smirk appeared

mushroom soup expressionlessly. “Drink it while it’s

at his Ved hand. “Help me open it and set

opened and arranged the

put down his phone, picked up the spoon, and started drinking the

what else

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