Chapter 888

I helped Bruce into the car. But when I opened the back door, he frowned. "I'm not sitting in the back." "You want to drive? You're in no condition to be behind the wheel, and I don't want to risk my life." I frowned as well. He gave me a long, intense look before reaching for the front passenger door. "I'm sitting here." "Front seat isn't safe. The back seat is more comfortable." I tried to convince him. I genuinely wanted him to be more comfortable. After all, Bruce was still a patient—one I had just elbowed, no less. "It's closer to you." Bruce sat in the front passenger seat, then turned to look at me. There was a soft smile in his deep eyes, mixed with a hint of expectation. "Could you help me buckle my seatbelt?" Even though Bruce was a patient and I had just hurt him, he still seemed perfectly capable of doing that himself. His arms were fine, after all. Yet, when I looked into his eyes, filled with tenderness, I couldn't bring myself to refuse. I sighed and leaned down t