NovelOnlineChapter 1987: You Feed Me
In another lounge, Spencer sat on the sofa as two medical staff carefully tended to his wounds, like he was a wounded lion, afraid
of being hurt.
Spencer's face was still grim, a fire burning in his chest, making the medical staff around him cautious not to even breathe loudly.
Andrew stood by, watching with sympathy. How big of a grudge must be there for someone to hit him repeatedly in the face?
Men may cherish women, but when it comes to men, they can be really harsh.
But then he noticed Spencer clutching his stomach, a hint of pain furrowing his brow.
Quickly, before Spencer could respond, Summer knocked on the open door. When Spencer saw his beloved girl, his cold demeanor
softened a bit.
Summer walked in, the injuries visible on her.
Andrew, getting increasingly worried, asked Spencer, "What's wrong with your stomach? Do you have internal bleeding?"
"No," but he was indeed feeling unwell in his stomach, an old problem. "I just didn't have breakfast, and | get pains when I'm
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Summer stood in front of him, having overheard his words. "I have sbreakfast left, untouched. I'll get it." With that, she turned
to leave.
Andrew and Spencer watched her go, not stopping her.
She was going to bring him breakfast?
At that moment, Spencer couldn't be happier!
"Didn't the doctor tell you to eat breakfast every day?" Andrew couldn't understand, feeling concerned.
But he sighed, feeling both angry and caring, "What's more important than your health? Coming to fight without eating breakfast
and ending up getting hurt?"
Spencer raised an eyebrow, looking at him displeased. Andrew avoided eye contact, then fell silent.
Soon, Summer cback with a glass of soy milk and two buns. "It's simple, but it'll do the trick for your stomach, and it's still
warm."
"Did you eat yet?" Spencer asked her softly, sitting on the sofa, looking up at her from his position. He found her very beautiful.
The girl nodded and handed him the soy milk and buns.
Spencer looked at the breakfast in her hands, then at her, still as beautiful as she was in high school.
He didn't reach for it, nor did he refuse.
The two doctors were cleaning his wounds, disinfecting and reducing the swelling on his face.
Suddenly, Summer realized something, feeling a bit embarrassed. Did he not like simple buns and soy milk?
Was she being too presumptuous? She hadn't even asked if he wanted it, just brought it over.
"Just have a bit to fill your stomach, your stomach still hurts," Summer advised him softly, still not retracting her hand.
Spencer looked up at her and said seriously, "You feed me."
Summer was startled, thinking she misheard.
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Andrew's eyes widened in shock!
Spencer raised his injured hand, "My hand is injured."
She saw his hand, skin split open, medical staff beginning to disinfect it.
Summer saw blood on his other hand too, realizing he was quite... rough on himself, hitting himself so hard that even his fists bled.
He wasn't just aggressive but had a tendency for self-harm.
When she met his gaze, she strangely didn't feel the usual resistance. In that moment, she saw him as a troubled child.
So she inserted the straw, sat down beside him on the sofa, and offered the soy milk to his lips, "Drink."
Spencer gazed at her incessantly, the distance between them close, his facial features as if sculpted, his skin amazingly smooth.
Her eyes were so beautiful, a light amber color, captivating him.
But he quickly cback to his senses, gently sipping on the straw. In that moment, Spencer's heart felt warm.
Summer offered him a bun, and he took a bite as well, making Andrew feel somewhat uncomfortable.
Ahem! Was Spencer too good at seizing the moment? He really didn't miss any chance to flirt with her.
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