"You…" Claudia Ross's mind was a mess, and she could no longer find the words to curse Wyatt Perry, only staring at him dumbfounded with wide eyes.
"Here, eat." Wyatt Perry picked up the vegetable porridge that was on the bedside table, gently stirred it with a spoon, then blew on it to make sure it wasn't hot before feeding it to Claudia Ross.
"Open your mouth."
"I can eat by myself."
She reached out to grab the spoon, but it fell to the ground.
Having been bedridden for several days, Claudia Ross was too weak to even hold a spoon steadily.
Wyatt Perry was one step ahead of her, picking up the spoon and washing it clean.
His concern was evident as he said, "Your body has just recovered; don't overexert yourself."
Maybe it was the resurgence from near-death, but all the resentments Claudia Ross had been unable to let go dissipated in an instant, and even Claudia herself hadn't realized that her gaze towards Wyatt Perry had become soft and tender.