Taming My Arrogant Husband novel Chapter 51

Sophia's POV:

"What are you doing?"

I asked in surprise the moment I opened the door and he was about to open the bathroom door. I immediately put the bowl on the table and rushed to his side. 

"Why didn't you wait for me, so I can help you?" I asked glaring at him as I hold his arm. 

"I can walk, sweetheart, don't worry about me." He said grinning at me. 

"Don't worry your face! Where are you going? Let me help you."

But his grin turned into chuckles. 

"Sure, I would appreciate your help, sweetheart." He put his arm around my shoulder and opened the door widely. "Let's go inside."

My eyes widened when I realized what he was going to do, so I stopped and looked at him in shock. 

"Why did you stop? I thought you're going to help me?"

"Where exactly are you going?"

"Inside the bathroom."

"Inside the bathroom?"

"I will pee." I gasped. "And I'm glad to accept your help. I need someone to put down my zipper and hold my---"

"Argh! Daniel Kelley, you're such a pervert!" I can't help but scream and drop his arm when I understand what he was referring to. Hold his.... 

He laughed at me and tried to hold my hand but I took a step backwards. 

"But you were the one who told me who would help me."

"Yes, but I didn't say I'll come with you to the bathroom! Argh!" I stomped my feet away from him. 

"Ohh, how will I put down my zipper if you're not going to help me?"

"Can you hear what you're talking about?" My face turned horrified by his idea. "Jesus Christ, Daniel! You only have a fever but you're not paralyzed!"

I got another throaty laugh from him before he entered the bathroom. 

I waited for almost five minutes until he came to my view. 

I immediately run to him when I noticed that he was walking unstable. 

"Are you okay?" I can't help not to ask as I helped him walked back towards the bed. 

"Yeah, just a little dizzy."

"You need to eat to get your energy back."

I said, getting the bowl from the table, but I frowned when I was about to give it to him. He leaned against the headboard, his eyes were closed and massaging his temples. 

"When was the last time you ate?" that was the first question came out from me as I hold his arm. 

"Yesterday afternoon." He replied still in closed eyes. 

"Yesterday afternoon, do you mean lunch?"

He nodded. 

"What about last night? What did you do and why didn't you eat?"

He sighed and looked at me. 

"Do you want to know what I did last night?" He paused. "I called my stubborn wife, but she said she didn't want to go home so I have no choice but to pick her up from the bar."

I gulped when he smirked at me. 

"She's drunk, so I had to take care of her that I forgot to eat last night."

I suddenly felt guilty for what he said and can't help to ask myself. Am I drunk last night? I know I'm just tired but I'm not drunk. 

"Here's the soup, you should eat this while it's still hot." I avoided his gaze as I put the bed table on his lap and placed the bowl of soup on top of it. 

"Can you feed me?"

I was left open-mouthed with his question. But since I was thinking that I might be the reason why he got sick, I just nodded and took the spoon from him. 

I slowly blew the soup before bringing it closer to his mouth. 

"It's still hot." I said, waiting for him to open his mouth. 

My breath hitched when his lips take the spoon. I felt my stomach churning when he slowly released it and glanced at me. Shivers shook through my spine and I lowered my eyes. Trying to ignore the odd feeling that dancing inside my chest, I busied myself on feeding him.