156 Hungry

Her slender finger held the spoon. Her pink lips blew over it gently, as she fed Vivan.

"I am full. You eat." As he enjoyed her care, he didn't notice when most of the soup made his way in his stomach. Looking at the less than a half-filled thermos, he realized she hadn't eaten.

"Not hungry." She had a little appetite.

"You want me to feed you." He licked his lips. "Drink," he ordered.

Like an obedient child, she obeyed him and emptied the bowl.

"More?"

She shook her head.

The next moment a lunch box was delivered.

"Why.." Her words were interrupted when a delicious fragrance spread through the ward. Vivan arranged hot and delicious meals on the table.

Ira's eyes turned from the kebab and blazed potato to Vivan. She blinked at him in anticipation.

Looking at her parted lips, he teased her. "You're not hungry, right?"

She nodded.

"Yes?"

Puzzled she shook her head.

"No, not hungry."

Giving up her proud demeanor, she said in mosquito voice, "Hungry."

"Take it." Handing the fork and spoon to her, he said.

In fact, she was supposed to be admitted as well.

When she fainted, the doctor said it was because of stress, lack of sleep and low blood sugar eventually made her dizzy amid pregnancy.

"Thank you." She said.

A smile appeared on his face.

"What are you laughing at?" Ira asked in confusion.

"Ah?" Vivan stunned. "What?"

"I asked you what are you laughing at?" Ira repeated, noticing his smirk.

"Um, Nothing. "

Her mouth had been smeared with oil stains as she gnawed the meat.

He watched her slow chewing the meat with a peace of mind. They days they were fighting didn't she eat and sleep well?

What stress do you have?

After she was done eating, she cleaned up the table.

Not long after, a nurse entered the ward and gave him his medications. Although no severe injury there were some bruises on his chest.

When the nurse came forward to apply medication on his chest, Ira stopped her.

"Give it to me," she demanded. Her voice no more meek. Her entire demeanor changed to the cold, arrogant woman.

Vivan wore just a hospital gown after the surgery. He didn't even have undergarments.

He was nearly naked!

Exposing his broad shoulders, the smooth and tight chest muscles...his private parts may get exposed. Better to apply it by herself.

Righteously without hesitation, she took the ointment.

"Okay." The nurse exited after doing her job.

Ira poured the cream on her fingers and walked towards him.

Sliding the gown down, Vivan gloriously revealed his abs.

She leaned forward, her snow-white fingers approached the man's strong chest, gently caressing and stroking it.

"There is a wound on my left ear. Blow on it," he exclaimed.

Her fingers climbed his face, one hand holding his head, her head approached the site of injury. Her red lips approached it blowing it. A soft breath penetrated his heart.

Like a fool, she was endlessly complying to his every demand.