Bought For A Baby, Kept For A Lifetime-Chapter 183: Hammer On The Foot
He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze settled on her.
"You walked into this room two minutes ago, am I so enchanting that you can’t resist staring at me for so long?"
Her eyes widened and she quickly cleared her throat to hide the guilt from her voice.
"No, I wasn’t staring. I was merely trying to see if you were still awake."
He sat himself straighter and Anne placed the tray down right in front of him.
She noticed how he looked down into the little bowl of soup kept in front of him with a distasteful frown.
Of course the arrogant man would be picky about food too, she thought to herself.
"Can you explain to me how this looks like food to you?" He suddenly asked making Anne raise a brow.
"Excuse me, this took effort to make. It might not be much but make do, it’s very late right now and it’s not advisable to have a heavy meal. And your body is in the state of healing, it won’t be easy to digest anything complicated regardless of the health benefits in that meal, so this soup is the best for now."
He stared at her with what looked like resignation before glancing down at the steaming bowl in front of him and letting out a sigh.
Anne was surprised he actually listened to her suggestion. She had expected him to throw some sarcastically arrogant remark about how he didn’t want to eat something so basic and unenticing but to her surprise he moved his hand to pick up the spoon then paused for a while as if struggling with something before switching to his left hand to grab the spoon and scooped up a spoonful to his mouth.
At first she watched without thinking too much, but as his hand shook and all the soup in his spoon spilled back into the bowl, only then did she realize he’d switched to his left hand because he’d been injured on his right shoulder which made movement or eating with his right hand straining to the wound.
He scooped another spoonful when the first one spilled and almost made the journey to his mouth this time but the soup spilled again and Anne almost felt like laughing.
She didn’t find it funny because it was comical to watch, it was funny because it was him.
She would never believe a day would come and she would see Andrew being helpless in such a manner. And what made it even funnier was the fact that he repeated the same thing over and over again but the soup continued to spill until out of frustration he dropped the spoon in the soup making a clanging sound fill the room, his face shadowed with a look of annoyance.
"If you need help, it won’t kill you to ask." Anne actually said this to taunt him because subconsciously she was used to the arrogant side of him that would never bend to anything or anyone, but she was taken aback when he instantly said,
"Then help me."
She stared at him with wide eyes.
He actually agreed to ask for her help?
"But that’s not how you ask." Anne said to push it a bit further, she absolutely didn’t believe he would ask her politely, his ego was larger than the largest mountain, he wouldn’t cave. "Words like please are used to ask for help politely, without that it’s just an order, and like I said I don’t have to bend to your orders."
His glare was light, not as penetrating as usual but it was still a glare. In order not to be intimidated Anne averted her gaze but stood her ground.
"Or you could lower your head and gobble it up like puppies do, you wouldn’t need anyone’s help then." She suggested, concealing the urge to laugh without looking at him knowing he would most likely be glaring so heatedly at her right now but she missed the cunning look in his eyes as his voice suddenly sounded,
"Alright, please." He suddenly said and Anne’s eyes instantly snapped to his.
"What?" She was shocked. He actually decided to ask politely?
"I said, please."
He’d actually asked politely.
The word please sounded foreign from him, but then it was her who’d actually made the deal.
She went forward and bent slightly and reached forward, hesitating for a bit before holding his left hand.
"If you hold the spoon like this, it won’t spill even if you’ve never eaten with your left hand before."
He looked up at her and because she was leaning towards him, his breath fanned right across her cheek and she quickly pulled away but all of a sudden he deliberately dropped the spoon.
"That’s not the kind of help I asked for, I gave you the polite word you asked for, you should give me the equal amount of courtesy don’t you think?"
"How else will i be of help then?"
"Feed me." He said without mincing words. His eyes shining with a hint of mirth.
"What?" She exclaimed.
"You heard me. I said please, remember?"
She’d been the one having fun pushing him to the edge, when did the tables turn on her that she was suddenly feeling like she was the one being pushed to the edge.
She couldn’t argue with him as she slowly sat down at the edge of the bed.
The delicate china bowl on the tray was steaming with a golden broth. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦
She raised her hand and picked the spoon, feeling his gaze following her every movement. For some reason, she felt like he was having a lot of fun making her do this.
She lifted the spoon, her hand remarkably steady, bringing it towards his lips but instead of opening his mouth to take the soup, he said,
"Blow on it, it’s hot."
Anne couldn’t resist glaring at him in disbelief.
What was he, a two year old kid?
He was evidently toying with her and having fun while doing it.
Anne brought back the spoon towards her mouth blowing softly on the broth before bringing it towards his mouth.
His gaze remained pinned to her own, parting his seductive lips in a way that kept her gaze trained on them, slowly he accepted the spoon, holding it in his mouth.
Her breath suddenly hitched, she didn’t know why something about his gaze made her heart skip a beat.
With a teasing slowness his lips licked the spoon clean and something fluttered in her lower belly.
Damn it! He was deliberately teasing her and it was working!
She’d made him say please and he would get back at her for it.
Anne suddenly felt like she’d dropped a hammer on her own foot.
