Housewife Gone Wild by Thanddeus Embereley novel Chapter 51

Chapter 51

Chapter 51

Nathan brought the meds back and asked me softly, “Have you eaten breakfast yet?”

I froze, silent. He went on, “The doctor says eat something before pills.”

“I haven’t,” I whispered.

“What do you feel like eating? I’ll get it,” Nathan asked, his voice low.

“Just gruel. I need something light,” I said.

“Okay! Wait for me.” Nathan put down the medicine and left.

I watched him–tall, lean, in a black shirt that looked awesome. Plus, he wore a mask outside, giving off a cool, mysterious vibe that made him even more charming.

I just stared for a second, and then my head cleared. I realized the first step to success was to stop being such a fangirl. I had to see people for who they were, not as idols.

I thought both men and women could fake being loving and gentle. So, no one got much real love to give. Since we were not love gurus, there was no need to make romance sound so big.

While I was spacing out, Nathan came back. “Eat while it’s hot. I got you some snacks too.” He sat by me and laid everything

out.

My right hand had an IV, so I had to use my left. It was awkward. On the first bite, I almost spilled it on my chin. I felt so silly and mumbled, “My hand is a bit shaky.”

Nathan got it right away. As I reached for the second bite, he took my spoon and fed me himself.

I froze.

“Stop acting tough. Open your mouth.” Nathan was so thoughtful. This was the first time a guy took care of me so gently. In my previous life, when I had cancer and was in the hospital, my husband and daughter never fed me; the nurses did everything.

Now, just with a cold, Nathan was taking care of me. The comparison was stark. I felt terrible. “Thanks!” I blushed and gulped down several big sips.

Nathan saw I was just swallowing, not tasting. He added a little something to each spoonful of gruel. I relaxed; it tasted way better.

After half a bowl, I stopped eating, mostly because Nathan’s feeding me felt too close.

“Won’t you eat more?” Nathan frowned. I felt he was really looking out for me, no other motives.

I was being dramatic. “No, I’ll take my pills.” I grabbed water and swallowed them, feeling sick. On the last one, I choked, and the bitterness made me gag.

“Have some candy,” he said, handing me a piece as I sipped water. “When I had to take medicine as a kid, my mom always gave me candy.”

1 froze and stared up at him, shocked. “Nathan, I’m not a kid; I can handle this little discomfort.”

Nathan looked at me hard, and then tried to take the candy back.

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“But who says adults have to suffer?” I cut in, “I think in life, we should find ways to enjoy some sweetness.”

1 got him to laugh; chewing my candy, I felt happier. Just then, my phone rang. Seeing it was Jared, I answered right away.

“I’m sick with a high fever and getting a shot. Take care of our daughter,” I said honestly. Surprisingly, I felt relieved.

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