Chapter 595

Le Su set the bowl of porridge back on the bedside table, her cheeks tinged with a hint of embarrassment. "Is your hand injured?" she asked softly. "No," Victor replied, arching an eyebrow with playful insistence. "But I want you to feed me." His expression clearly conveyed that he wouldn't eat unless she complied. Le Su couldn't help but feel utterly helpless against his antics. Considering he was a patient, she decided to humor him. She pulled her chair closer to the edge of the bed and picked up the bowl again. "Fine, I'll feed you. Scoot over a bit." With effortless strength, Victor shifted his body toward her, bracing one hand against the mattress as he leaned in, perfectly positioning himself for her to spoon-feed him. Le Su carefully ladled a spoonful of steaming porridge. Feeling its heat, she instinctively blew on it gently before bringing it to his lips. As he savored the bite, a satisfied smile curved his mouth, revealing a faint dimple that only deepened his roguish charm.