When Sierra was about to get up, Theo held her back, saying, "The wound is fine. Stay with me for a while."
Sierra stopped struggling, afraid of touching his wound.
It was the first time they had been so close. Initially, her body was a bit stiff.
Listening to Theo's heartbeat and breathing, she gradually relaxed, finding a comfortable angle to rest her head.
"Uncle Theo, don't do that again next time.
"If something happens to you because of me, I would feel guilty for the rest of my life.
"You can't have sweet potato oatmeal. I'll make you something else later, okay?"
Theo stroked her hair with his eyes closed; his voice was soft and gentle. "Okay, I won't do it again.
"Were you scared today?"
Sierra didn't answer, her eyes fixed on the IV drip.
Theo didn't let Sierra cook. Instead, he had someone deliver a table of light dishes.
When Sierra opened all the containers, she realized Theo couldn't eat by himself.
After a moment of hesitation, she picked up the spoon and sat beside him. "Do you want me to feed you?"
Theo's eyes sparkled with amusement, making him appear considerably gentler. He obediently ate everything she brought to his mouth.
"Do you want some mushrooms?"
"Yes."
"Try this soup and see if you like it."
"I like it."
…
Sierra fed Theo a plate of risotto. When she looked up, she met his affectionate and tender gaze. "Uncle Theo, are you full?"
Seeing Theo nod, she naturally reached out to wipe his mouth.
When her fingertips grazed his soft lips, Sierra's pupils quivered, and she shyly lifted her head.
Theo didn't move, allowing her fingers to linger on his lips.
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