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, "Its not too bad to eat your leftovers." I was stunned.
It took me a while to realize what he meant.
I glared 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.

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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.
He raised his head.
"Youre going to leave me in the hospital alone again?" He looked pitiful.
I lowered my gaze.
"Theres someone else who's very willing to accompany 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 "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.
Dont 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."