Friendly girl, Tristan
thought as he made his way back to Reeya. He placed the tray on the mattress on
her right side and sat on the same stool, pocketing the book.
“She’s
one of a kind nurse, isn’t she?” he said while he reached out to the most
wanted bottle of water, “I have a good feeling you’ll get along with her.” He
took a swig and instantly felt relief as the col liquid entered his system. He
didn’t only felt tired because of reading out loud, this supposedly
conversation with Reeya also added some strain to his larynx.
“Let’s
talk later, okay? You have to eat.” Right after he said that, he turned to her
lunch and took hold of the utensils and started scooping small amounts of rice
and broccoli to the spoon. With a steady hand, he brought it near her lips and
was about to open his moth to tell her in some manner that she has to open up
so she can eat, but surprisingly, Reeya voluntarily opened her lips and ate.
As
she pulled back and chewed slowly, Tristan tried to lessen the unexpected burst
of surprise, which overpowered his joy.
“Well
then,” he cleared his throat, “best to keep going.”
He
had always anticipated that making her eat would be the greater challenge.
Nothing is as it seems, apparently, but Tristan didn’t know if that’s a good
thing.
At
the moment, it’s more positive than not.
30 minutes later
“‘…there was a mixture of sweetness
and archness in her manner which made it difficult for her to affront anybody;
and Darcy had never been so bewitched by any woman as he was by her. He really
believed, that were it not for…’”
Chapter
ten. If truth be told, Tristan was really caught up in reading that he became
unaware of the time that flew past him and Reeya.
She
finished eating several minutes ago, and as soon as the empty tray of food was
collected, he resumed reading to her. The bottle of water helped a lot, of
course; now, he was able to read on and on.
“‘She
then ran gayly off, rejoicing, as she rambled about, in the hope of being at
home again in a day or two. Jane was already so much recovered as to intend
leaving her room…’”
And
Tristan didn’t mind. He didn’t mind at all.
If
anybody knew what a dark, twisted road they’re going to face as he’s trying to
relieve Reeya out of her void of nothingness, things could possibly turn out
differently. But the crux of the matter was that nobody foresaw anything, and
with that, event after event will take place.
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