Chapter 668 The Wound Is Not Serious
“Why did you come when you’re in this state?”
With her tear-filled eyes, Tessa tried her best to keep her eyes open as she glared at Nicholas, but the heart ache in her eyes was clear to see.
Nicholas burst into a chuckle and felt the cockles of his heart warm at the sight. “I’m fine, really. Don’t worry about it,” he said, holding her hand and kissing it.
Despite that, she didn’t feel any better and drew back her hand with a long face. “It’s oozing with blood, and you’re still saying it’s fine? No, you’re going to the hospital with me.”
After she said that, she turned and instructed the driver to go to the hospital. Well aware that Tessa was truly mad, Nicholas had no choice but to agree, and he nodded softly to the driver.
At the hospital, she monitored him as he went through a series of checkups.
With the checkup results in his hands, the doctor briefly explained Nicholas’ physical condition and advised, “The patient is a little weak. Maybe it was because he had a fever prior to this. Luckily, the wound only opened up a little, and there was no infection. It will be fine after a new dressing later. Please watch out at home not to get the wound in contact with cold water.”
Tessa listened intently, and when the dressing was done, and they were finally finished with the trip to the hospital, it was already almost midnight.
A little later, when they got home, they saw that Timothy and Gregory were still waiting in the living room.
“Tim and Greg, why aren’t you guys in bed when it’s already so late?” The sight of the adult and child on the couch brought a soft smile to Tessa’s face.
Gregory jumped off the couch, trotted to her side, and said in his cherubic voice, “We were waiting for the both of you to come home.”
In fact, he and Timothy were worried that Tessa and Nicholas would be in an argument, so they waited for them out of concern.
Timothy also got up from the couch and ran his gaze over his sister and Nicholas, who was smirking. The worry in his heart disappeared when he saw that they didn’t seem to be at odds with each other.
Meanwhile, the smile on Tessa’s face softened even more at Gregory’s answer.
Then, she ruffled his fluffy black hair as she said gently, “It’s getting late. You should get ready for bed with Timothy.”
Gregory nodded and spun around to leave with Timothy. They barely took a few steps when Timothy heard her voice from behind.
“Rest a little bit on the couch. I guess you didn’t eat much because you rushed over at night. I’ll make you some food,” Tessa said, heading for the kitchen.
Unfortunately, the last thing Nicholas wanted now was to sit alone in the living room, and he immediately followed behind her.
When she noticed his actions, she immediately reprimanded him. “Why are you following me? You’re still hurt. What if you made your wound worse?”
“I don’t want to sit in the living room alone. I’ll wait here for you, and I can even see you,” he answered as he sat at the dining table.
It was true that he could see her every move in the kitchen from where he was seated. Finally, out of wits, she pretended to be fierce and chided, “You can sit here, but you’re not allowed to move around.”
Nicholas nodded, his eyes filled with affection, and just like that, one of them got busy in the kitchen while another watched with love in his eyes, painting a perfectly heartwarming picture.
It didn’t take long for Tessa to prepare a meal in the kitchen as she set down a bowl of tortellini soup.
“The food is ready.”
After she placed the meal before him, she twirled around to get the cutleries. A surge of warmth washed over him as he watched the girl who was busy fretting over him.
As Nicholas injured his’ shoulders, Tessa returned with the spoon and planned to feed him so that he wouldn’t risk reopening his wounds
So, she scooped some pasta from the bowl into the spoon, blew the surface a few times, and brought it to his lips. “Here, it shouldn’t be too hot. Don’t rush it.”
Even though he was amused at her antics, he was very touched by her attentiveness.
“My wounds are not as serious as you think. Let me do it myself,” he said, reaching out to grab the bowl from her.
Regardless, she threw a glare at him. “Don’t even think about it. Your wounds were oozing blood earlier, and we had to go to the hospital to get them checked out. So, how can you say it’s not serious?”
Nicholas retracted his hand sheepishly when he saw how huffy Tessa became, but his heart felt tender at how much she fussed over him and ensured he was okay.
