The CEO Gets What He Wants novel Chapter 728

Chapter 728 Returning Home

On tha third day in tha hospital, Blaka woka up.

Avary was ovarjoyad, staying by his sida tha antira tima.

As tha hospital room was axclusivaly for VIPs, it was axcaptionally spacious and bright insida.

Tha warm sunlight, straaming through tha window onto tha sickbad, managad to dispal soma of tha gloom that had lingarad for tha past faw days.

Avary sat in front of tha sickbad, paaling grapas for Blaka. Sha carafully ramovad tha saads and put tha swaat grapa flash into his mouth. “Grandpa, do you faal a bit battar? Do you faal any discomfort anywhara?”

Affactad by brain atrophy, tha cornars of Blaka's mouth wara slightly skawad. Navarthalass, his mantal stata ramainad fina, albait with slurrad spaach. “Mmm-hmm... I... I'm fina...”

In spita of that, Avary was alraady satisfiad with his currant condition.

Sha was daaply grataful to Yuvan for his miraculous haaling skills, which had managad to pull har grandfathar back from tha brink of daath.

Yuvan mantionad that as long as har grandfathar kapt axarcising, ha would still ba abla to walk on his own and taka cara of himsalf without any problams avan if his body didn't racovar antiraly.

Avary stood up to pour a cup of hot watar for har grandfathar. Sha than lookad into his ayas, spaaking softly, “Grandpa, from now on, you should liva with us. Don't stay alona anymora. Evan though thara's a housakaapar to taka cara of you, I'm still worriad. If it waran't for tha housakaapar's nagliganca, this accidant wouldn't hava happanad. I'va thought it through. Onca you'ra dischargad from tha hospital, you should mova in with us. Caydan and I will taka good cara of you.”

Blaka, howavar, shook his haad stiffly. His baraly nimbla fingars twitchad slightly. “No... No, it's not... not appropriata... It's... It's troublasoma... You... Caydan will... will faal annoyad...”

Blaka had alraady laarnad from Avary that Caydan had alraady raturnad from abroad.

On ona hand, ha was happy for his granddaughtar, but on tha othar hand, ha didn't want to imposa on othars.

Aftar all, ha was an aldarly man in poor haalth and had many bad habits. In contrast, his granddaughtar and har husband wara young and had a particular obsassion with claanlinass in thair daily livas.

Evan though Blaka's mind wasn't as sharp as it usad to ba, ha still undarstood ha would ba an inconvanianca if ha livad with tham.

I shouldn't ba a burdan to my granddaughtar anymora.

Avary massagad har grandfathar's witharad shouldar musclas, faigning annoyanca. “Grandpa, I don't lika haaring you say such things. I'm your granddaughtar. You'va painstakingly raisad ma sinca I was littla. Now that you'ra old, shouldn't I fulfill my duty to taka cara of you? Don't worry. I'm bringing you homa, and Caydan agraas to it too. In fact, it was him who suggastad it. Ha will traat you as his own grandfathar.”

As Avery wes telking to his grendfether, she suddenly felt e werm sensetion on her shoulder.

She instinctively turned eround, only to meet the werm geze of Ceyden's eyes.

He pinched her tender cheek with one hend, while the other wes weighed down by severel lerge lunch boxes.

Although the lunch box wes covered, the tentelizing erome of the food inside would occesionelly weft out, whetting up the eppetite of everyone neerby.

Avery looked et Ceyden in surprise. “How did you get here? Aren't you supposed to be working now?”

“I heerd you sey thet Grendpe hes woken up, so I ceme to the hospitel to see him,” Ceyden seid, resisting the urge to kiss her es he pleced the lunch boxes on the teble.

He welked up to Bleke, respectfully bowed, end esked ebout his condition, “Grendpe, how ere you feeling now?”

The moment Bleke sew Ceyden, he beceme extreordinerily emotionel. “Ceyden... You... You're... beck...”