She murmured a phrase, then softly replied, "Comfortable, this feels very comfortable..."
For some reason, her words made his throat tighten, his sexy Adam's apple subtly moving up and down.
Comfortable is comfortable, but how can her words make a certain part of his body heat up, so uncontrollably.
"I can't eat that much."
Eva Nightingale spoke, still attached to a nutrient drip, she wasn't hungry at all, to be precise, her body was so weak that she had no appetite.
"Alright." He coaxed, "Alright, alright, be good, eat as much as you can, just give it a try."
As he spoke, Lucas Knight carefully scooped porridge with a spoon, blew on it, checked the temperature, and only then fed it to her lips.
"Good, eat it."
Eva Nightingale's gaze fell on his hand, the man's skin was fair, his long and distinct fingers holding the spoon.
Had she lost her memory?!
Could someone tell her?
Hadn't they broken up?
