He Finally Noticed Me Right When I Was Leaving novel Chapter 122

From the moment he walked in, she had kept her head turned to the side, exactly as she had done yesterday.

Silas took a deliberate step sideways, blocking Pierce's view of her. "That paper was a result of Seraphina and her team's hard work to begin with. Restoring it to her is simply righting a wrong. You don't actually think you're doing her a favor, do you, Mr. Prescott?"

Pierce suddenly laughed, shooting him a dark, sidelong glance. "You're taking this protector role quite seriously, Dr. Sterling. Someone who didn't know better might think you're in love with my wife."

Pierce's sudden lack of restraint made the usually composed Silas slightly uncomfortable. "Mr. Prescott, don't speak nonsense."

"Oh, then I must have misunderstood. You have absolutely no ulterior motives toward my wife whatsoever. My apologies, Dr. Sterling. I completely misjudged you."

Silas's expression darkened.

Normally, these unspoken tensions were just silently acknowledged by both parties, but Pierce throwing it directly in his face made it impossible to answer gracefully.

Pierce directly picked up the food container, stirred the porridge lightly, and said, "Well, thank you for taking care of my wife, Dr. Sterling. I'll have my assistant wash the container and return it to you later. She can only eat liquid foods—I've got it. I'll be taking over her meals from now on. If there are any other medical dietary restrictions I should know about, please do enlighten me. I'm a very eager learner."

Silas remained silent.

Pierce chuckled dryly. "What's wrong? Are you about to backtrack and admit you actually do harbor feelings for another man's wife?"

Silas looked thoroughly displeased. His voice was low as he said, "I'm leaving now. Seraphina, get some rest. I'll come visit you when I have time. Make sure you tell your sister not to be late for her first day of work."

"I will. Thank you, Silas."

After Silas left, Pierce kicked the guest chair away and sat directly on the edge of her bed.

He gently stirred the porridge in the container and asked softly, "Do you still want to eat?"

Seraphina shook her head. "No."

"You should eat a little. The porridge he made actually smells pretty good. It'd be a shame to waste it."

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