Chapter 1424 I Want To Feed You
The queen stared at Miranda intently, and she sounded nervous. She could not help feeling a little anxious after learning that Dylan had gone to the hospital.
Miranda had served the queen for many years, so she was well aware of everything that went on between the royal couple.
Seeing how distressed the queen was, Miranda hurriedly assured her that there was no way the king would not be able to pin the incident on her.
Her words put the queen at ease.
Although I don’t have any love for him, I don’t want to ruin the image he has of me in his heart.
Over at the hospital, Arielle was finally admitted into the hospital’s ward after Vinson’s repeated requests. I’m a doctor myself, so no one knows my body better than I do. But he was so concerned that he kept urging me to get admitted. He insisted that I get an intravenous drip to reduce the inflammation. I knew resisting would be futile, so I had no choice but to give in.
Her bodyguards had also sustained serious injuries and were admitted into the ward next door. Since there was temporarily no one standing guard inside Arielle’s ward, the couple did not have to worry and could be much more relaxed.
Vinson had planned to pick up Arielle and take her out for a meal, but they wound up encountering the assassins. After making sure Arielle was comfortable, Vinson went downstairs to buy some food. Since he could neither read nor understand Turlenese, he could only mime at the sellers, then hold out his wallet so that they could take the money on their own.
Twenty minutes later, Vinson returned to the ward with the pasta he had just bought.
He picked up a forkful of pasta and held it up to Arielle’s mouth, “Eat up.”
“I only hurt my left arm, Vinson. I can eat by myself,” she said rather exasperatedly.
Smiling, Vinson replied, “I want to feed you. Can’t I?”
Can I even refuse? Obviously not. He’s already holding the fork up to my mouth. Being waited on hand and foot like a child made Arielle feel both helpless and contented at the same time.
After feeding her a few mouthfuls of pasta, he held out some salad to her. “Have some of this too.”
Arielle took a few bites, then smiled at Vinson. “It’s just a minor injury, but why do I feel like I’ve become a cripple?”
“That’d be a good thing. I could lock you up and take care of you for the rest of your life,” said Vinson. That way, no one would ever be able to harm you.
Arielle stared at him wordlessly.
Vinson’s lips curved into a smile when he saw that she was at a loss for words. After discarding the food containers into the trash can, he was about to cut up some fruits for Arielle when he heard the sound of footsteps from outside the ward.
It was very noisy, and it sounded like there were many people.
Sensing something amiss, Vinson quickly set aside the grapes and strawberries he was holding.
Arielle had also realized there were people approaching. Just like Vinson, her guard went up.
Knock! Knock!
Hearing the knock on the door, Vinson got up to open it. Since whoever it is was able to knock on the door, that shows it’s someone who knows Arielle.
Fraught with worry over Arielle, Dylan rushed inside the room as soon as the door opened.
Arielle was somewhat surprised to see who it was. Why is His Majesty here?
“Your Majesty, what brings you here?” she asked, moving to get down from the bed. However, Dylan waved his hand to stop her.
It pained him to see her getting down from the bed even though she was injured, and he quickly prevented her from doing so by saying, “You’re injured, so you shouldn’t get down. Just sit there.”
I’m here to make sure she’s all right, not to make her suffer even more.
Arielle nodded calmly. Even though he’s the king of this country, I don’t feel nervous when I see him. I wonder if that’s because he acted as my tour guide before this. Instead, I feel a sense of familiarity. But why is he here? Why would the king come all the way to see me? Even if I died, there are countless other doctors in Chanaea. Is it necessary for him to hold me in such high regard?
