The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 314

"Suit yourself. If torturing yourself makes you feel better, then stay."

The days and nights in the VIP suite seemed to blur on fast-forward, time slipping away amid the sharp smell of antiseptics.

Nora stayed, taking full responsibility for all of Gideon's daily care.

To Nora's surprise, ever since she laid down the law about staying, Gideon displayed an unprecedented level of cooperation.

He shelved his usual overbearing arrogance and icy demeanor, completely shedding the rigid shell of the Hayes empire's ruthless leader.

Nora approached the bed with a bowl of rib broth, stopping to lift a spoonful of hot soup to Gideon's lips.

Leaning against the propped-up pillows, Gideon quietly watched her practiced movements, opened his mouth, and calmly swallowed the broth.

"The doctor said your stomach is still weak, so you can only have light broth."

As she spoke, Nora scooped up another spoonful and offered it. "Once your vitals are completely stable in a few days, I'll have the house staff make some real food and bring it over."

Gideon lowered his gaze, looking at Nora's eyes, which were laced with heavy red veins from days of sleep deprivation.

He turned his head slightly, dodging the spoon.

"I'm full. You drink the rest."

Nora froze, the spoon hovering awkwardly in the air.

"I'm not hungry," Nora immediately refused.

Gideon lifted his IV-free right hand and firmly clamped it around Nora's wrist, which was holding the porcelain bowl.

"You've lost too much weight these past few days. You look worse than I do."

Gideon stared into her eyes, his brow furrowing slightly. "Drink this soup. Then go get some sleep."

Nora stood stubbornly in place, trying to pull her wrist back.

That afternoon, sunlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Nora had gone downstairs to the specialist's office to pick up Gideon's latest scans and listen to the lead doctor's recommendations for his upcoming physical therapy.

She stayed in the office for nearly half an hour. Only after confirming that all his test results were improving did she take the medical chart and ride the elevator back up to the top floor.

The room was dead silent.

The head doctor and nurse in charge of changing his dressings had already finished and were just walking out through the inner corridor, carrying a medical tray.

Gideon was sitting alone on the edge of the bed.

His back was to the door. The blue-and-white striped hospital gown hung loosely over his arms, leaving his entire upper torso fully exposed to the air.

Nora froze instantly.