Chapter 89

After saying that, he resumed feeding her. Bellamy cooperated the whole time-mouth open, mouth close, not saying a word, just focusing on nothing in particular. The assistant came in quickly, leading a dazed and lifeless Sherry out of the room. Silence fell over the conference room. With a calmer expression, Fraser set the soup aside and started feeding her something else. Bellamy couldn't take the whole "completely dependent" vibe anymore and reached out, trying to grab the spoon. "Let me do it, seriously, you eat too." "No way. Your hand's still burned," Fraser said matter-of-factly. Was he seriously going to keep using the burn excuse? It wasn't like she'd broken any bones-she could still feed herself just fine! "Come on, let me eat on my own, and if you don't start eating soon, your food's going to get cold," she said softly, tugging lightly at his sleeve without even realizing it. That tiny, familiar motion got to Fraser. It had been so long since she'd acted clingy with him like