Chapter 153


    Theo raised his eyebrows as his gaze fell on his right hand that was hooked onto a drip. His


    meaning was clear, he could not eat.


    I knew he wanted me to feed him once again, but I pretended not to understand him and continued


    eating without looking at him. I no longer asked him anything either.


    Soon, I was almost done eating. As I raised my head, I realized that he was staring at the food


    intently. Like a child, he would swallow his saliva from time to time. Hope and hunger burned in his


    eyes as he looked at m e with doe-eyes.


    I knew it was all an act, but since I was well fed now and my mood had improved, I gave in. I got


    him a few pieces of bread and paired them with some dips and sides that he could eat. I then


    brought the food to his mouth.


    He was excited as he eagerly opened his mouth and gobbled up the food, nodding in satisfaction as


    he chewed.


    Just like that, the entire bread basket was gone after I repeatedly fed the food to his mouth and he


    opened his mouth to take a bite.


    Theo grabbed a napkin and cleaned his mouth elegantly. He said as if he wanted more, "It’s not too


    bad to eat your leftovers."


    I was stunned. It took me a while to realize what he meant. I red at him. "How audacious of you


    to bring it up."


    He cocked his eyebrows with pride and said, "Why not? You ate it, which means you like it. It''s


    proven that things that you like are not too shabby, including me."


    I looked at how proud he was and learned something new today. It seemed that he was truly bored


    in the hospital as he would usually never say brainless things like that.


    I did not want to bicker with him, so I got up and started cleaning up. I looked at him and said, "Now


    that you''ve eaten, I''ll be taking my leave. I won''t stay over tonight."


    I never liked hospitals, and I did not like the feeling of sleeping on hospital beds.


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    He raised his head. "You’re going to leave me in the hospital alone again?" He looked pitiful.


    I lowered my gaze. "There’s someone else who''s very willing to apany you. You don''t need me


    here."


    "Wanda Lane, is it fun for you to bring it up all the time?" His tone was instantly unkind. The


    transformation was as fast as flipping a page in a


    book.


    "It’s not fun for me, so it’s better if I leave." I did not like bringing it up all the time and having it


    dampen m y mood either, but I could not seem to control it recently. It would slip out unintentionally


    as I talked.


    "You''re in a rush to leave because you don''t want to be with me, or are you rushing off to meet


    someone else? Xander or Tyler?"


    My mood was already gloomy before Theo said that, but once he mentioned the two of them, my


    mood turned stormy as I snapped back. "If you can have a lover, why can’t I have male friends?”


    Theo’s eyes darkened, and he looked at me grimly.


    At the mention of Cindy, I got increasingly annoyed and ignored his rage. "Please don''t use your


    standards to judge someone else, President Grant. I don''t know what you do with Miss Reed, but as


    for me, I only have meals and converse with my friends. I think my behavior is more transparent


    than certain people''s."


    My reply ignited an explosion of rage in him and exposed his inner darkness. He reached out and


    yanked my hand, catapulting me toward him." Transparent?"


    Right after he was done speaking, he yanked me once more and I was forced to lie on the bed


    while he tore off the tube of his IV drip.


    I was enraged and repeatedly hit him with my hands." Theo Grant, are you crazy?!"


    "Indeed I am, and it''s all thanks to you.”


    I yelled, "Theo Grant, if you don''t want the baby, just tell me straight to my face! I''ll leave


    immediately.


    Don’t you dare kill the baby by hurting me over and over again."


    Perhaps my choice of words was too harsh.


    Theo stopped dead in his tracks, and after what seemed like forever, he gently exhaled and said


    disgruntledly, "I''m sorry I lost control. But Wanda, what exactly do you want me to do?"


    It did not sit well with me to see him so unusually lonely and dejected. Pain welled up in my heart


    and spread all the way into my bones. It was too painful for us to constantly torture and hurt each


    other.


    Too many things were involved for Theo and me to get to where we were right now. It was difficult to


    make things clear. I said, "First, get up. Be careful of your wounds."