Fortunately, the fatigue from her body had significantly eased after the infusion.
As Lucinda got up, Nathan perceived it was time for her to wake.
Bearing porridge, he walked in.
Resting against the headboard, Lucinda gazed at Nathan through half-closed eyes.
The scene and the bowl of porridge were all too familiar.
âHoney, itâs time for you to eat.
I have prepared seafood porridge for you,â Nathan announced, his eyes radiating warmth.
Lucinda didnât respond.
Nathan spoon-fed her the porridge and unexpectedly, a sense of nausea overwhelmed her.
âCan we skip porridge? Just looking at it annoys me,â she complained.
Patiently, Nathan reassured Lucinda, âThis is your last porridge meal.
Tomorrow, I can make you steamed egg custard, beef fried rice, or braised pork.
What do you think?â
Lucinda Licked her lips, displaying a hint of interest.
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Nathan chuckled mysteriously and said, âBe a good sport, Lucinda.
Finish at least half a bowl of porridge, and Iâve got a surprise in store for you.
Iâm sure youâll like it.
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Lucinda nodded earnestly and unexpectedly chimed in, âAdd one more thing.
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Curious, Nathan inquired, âWhatâs that?â
Leaning in, Lucinda remarked, âI want to strip you down and check for injuries.
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âLast night, I was on my best behavior and came out unscathed,â
Nathan assured.
Lucinda shook her head.
âI need to see for myself, not just take your word for it.
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With nothing to conceal since he was genuinely not hurt, he responded, âAlright then, finish up your meal so I can undress for your inspection.
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In exchange for confirming Nathanâs well-being, Lucinda promptly finished off the bowl of porridge.
With Lucindaâs wrists and ankles wrapped in gauze, eating independently was a tad painful.
Insistent on helping, Nathan took charge of the spoon and fed her himself.
Since Lucinda was eager to check Nathan for injuries, she didnât resist his assistance and obediently accepted each spoonful of porridge he offered.