Chapter 45 Comforting Her
Harrison pushed open the door and walked toward the bed with quiet, measured steps. His gaze, filled with warmth, rested on Serena
“Feeling any better now?
His voice and expression carried a gentleness that softly stirred Serena’s heart.
Leaning against the headboard, she still looked a line pale, and her lips were slightly dry from weakness.
I’m doing much better. It’s just feel weak,” she replied softly
Harrison sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to feel her forehead Confirming that the fever had subsided, he silently let out a breath of relief.
“The lever is gone. Have some chicken noodle soup later, then get some more rest. You’ll feel better soon.”
Serena pressed her lips together, a trace of guih flickering in her eyes as she whispered, “I’m sorry for troubling you. You’ve been taking care of me all morning.”
Seeing her so trail yet still worrying about inconveniencing others, his heart tightened with even more tenderness. Even when sick, she thought about others before herself.
Harrison held her hand, his deep voice carrying undeniable warmth. “We’re husband and wife. You never have to worry about troubling me.”
Serena’s heart skipped a beat, her eyes welling up with tears. But she kept her emotions in check and lowered her voice as she murmured, “But we’re only bound by an agreement
The moment those words left her lips, Harrison’s gaze darkened slightly, a flicker of displeasure creeping into his expression. His brows furrowed, and his tone deepened. “Even if it’s an agreement, we’re still legally married. As your husband, it’s my duty to take care of you when you’re sick.”
Duty? Was that all it was?
Perhaps it was because she wasn’t feeling well or because one’s emotions were more tragile when one was unwell, but his words struck her heart at its most sensitive spot. Tears welled up and slipped down her face
Harrison froan, a rare panic surfacing in his eyes
“Why are you crying?” His voice carried an unusual stiftness. It was the first time he had ever faced such a situation, and for once, he didn’t know what to do.
Senatured her head away, quickly wiping at her tears. Snubbomly, she denied it, “I’m not crying”
Harrison let out a quiet sigh. Reaching out, he gently tilted her chin, turning her face toward him. The moment was firm yet tinged with tenderness. His warm fingertips brushed against her soft cheek before he leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips.
The suddenness of it made Serena freeze in place. Her wide eyes fluttered, her damp lashes trembling slightly.
Harrison pulled away just ar
as quickly as he had kissed her; it was just a fleeting touch.
Still dazed, she barely registered the sound of his deep voice beside her ear. “Don’t cry.”
“I’m just comforting you
His words, spoken so matter–of–factly, sent her heart into disarray.
Sere’s voice altered. “I’m still sick You’ll catch it?
Harrison’s hand brushed away the last traces of tears from her face, and he replied in a gentle voice, “I don’t mind.”
At that moment, her heart pounded even faster. She lowered her gaze in embarrassment, yet the dull ache in her chest had been replaced with something much lighter and softer.
A short while later, light footsteps sounded from outside the room. A maid entered, carefully carrying a bowl of steaming chicken noodle soup.
“Mr.Spencer, the soup is ready”
Harrison nodded.
The id placed the bowl on the bedside table before quietly retreating
Harrison picked up the bowl, stirring it gently to help it cool. Then, scooping up a spoontul, he blew on it lightly until it reached just the right temperature before bringing it to
Watching his careful actions, Serena’s heart rippled with unspoken emotions. Yet feeling a little uncomfortable with the attention, she hesitated.
“Don’t more.” Harrison didn’t give her a chance to ter He continued to feed her with patient, unwavering care.
Sering this, Semcould only obediently accept IL
