His Untamed Rose novel Chapter 62

Cedric cradled the bowl of ravioli in his hands, gently blowing on it before bringing it to her lips. “Do you always have to talk like that? So sarcastic?”

Lumina turned her head away, refusing to accept his kindness.

Winona hurried to explain, “Ms. Jardin, you’ve misunderstood. I just came to pick up the car. Mr. Royce asked me to get these on my way. He really cares about you.”

Cedric set the bowl down with a quiet thud, cutting her off. “You should get back to the office. There’s no point saying anything else to someone as stubborn as her.”

Winona glanced at him, hesitation and disappointment flickering in her eyes, but she nodded obediently. “Alright, I understand.”

No sooner had the hospital room door closed behind her than Cedric picked up the bowl again, turning his attention back to Lumina. His voice dropped, edged with warning. “This is the last time I’m saying this: I’m not as soft as Yadiel. If you keep refusing to eat, don’t blame me for getting rough with you.”

Lumina glared at him, jaw clenched, baring her teeth like an angry little wildcat.

But she knew resistance was pointless. Cedric never made empty threats. In the end, she opened her mouth, sullen but obedient.

After nearly three days of surviving on nothing but water, the ravioli tasted unbelievably good to her.

Cedric patiently blew on each piece, feeding them to her one by one.

As they neared the end, Lumina, desperate for more, urged him in a low voice, “Come on, hurry up. I want another. You’re too slow.”

“And here I am, catering to you, and you’re still complaining,” Cedric grumbled, though there was a smile tugging at his lips.

She was the only one who dared to boss him around like this. With a mock exasperation, he stuffed both the soup and ravioli into her mouth, her cheeks puffed out like a hamster.

Seeing her finally satisfied, Cedric felt a weight lift from his heart.

Cedric let out a short, mocking laugh. “What good are you? You can’t even feed her properly. She was so weak. This is your idea of taking care of her?”

Yadiel’s brow twitched in irritation. “It’s not like I didn’t try. She was upset the last few days. Whatever she ate, she threw up. In the end, she was just vomiting bile. I couldn’t stand to see her suffer like that.”

Cedric fell silent, taking a slow drag from his cigarette, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

After a moment, he asked, “What exactly happened?”

“It’s her family business—none of your concern,” Yadiel replied coolly. “No point in asking.”

At that, Cedric frowned. “Her family’s up to their old tricks again, aren’t they?”