He scooped up a spoonful and held it to my lips, his movements stiff like he was just checking off a task.
I turned my head slightly. "I can feed myself."
The porridge was warm but caught in my throat, making it difficult to swallow.
Jonathan watched me struggle to swallow. His brow furrowed deeper with every bite.
Just as I reached for a fifth spoonful, he suddenly pressed down on my hand.
"The doctor said you still need more blood. Things got a bit rushed back at the villa. That's why we took so much. You can … "
"No need," I cut him off. "I'm not dying."
A blank look flashed across Jonathan's face as if he wasn't used to my rejection.
Silence stretched between us until he finally spoke again. "Your phone's been ringing nonstop."
I picked up my phone and unlocked the screen. Twenty-three missed calls and forty-seven unread messages popped up simultaneously.
Jonathan's gaze swept across the screen and his voice suddenly turned cold. "Who's looking for you so urgently?"
"A friend." I locked the screen and didn't elaborate.
Jonathan suddenly yanked off his tie and leaned in close.
"Daphne, what the hell are you doing? First, you plan to run away from home and now you're acting like you're half-dead. Do you still think you're that little princess everyone must coax?"
"If you're not born a princess, stop acting like one!"
"Go take a look outside. Which wife who can't bear children hasn't gotten divorced yet? What exactly are you so dissatisfied with?"
His breath brushed against my face.
If it had been the past, I would have cried because of his words, tearfully apologizing and saying I was sorry that I hadn't considered his feelings.
Now, I only felt a chill in my heart.
Since we already loathe the sight of each other, why continue to hold onto this marriage?
Just as I was about to speak, his phone rang.
Jonathan immediately straightened up almost reflexively and walked towards the door while answering the phone.
His deliberately lowered laughter drifted from the hallway, its tenderness grating on my ears.
The moment the hospital room door closed, my phone rang again.
As soon as I answered, an anxious voice came through. "Daphne, why did you go back again? Could it be that you still can't bear to leave him?"
"No, something unexpected happened this time, but it'll be soon. I'll contact you then."
Just as I hung up, the hospital room door was pushed open.