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Katrina Diaz

Without asking a single question or giving me unsolicited advice, Hayden had called for his family doctor to treat my injury. After the doctor had done the first aid, prescribed me medicines, and had assured him the cut wasn't deep enough to get stitches, he had left. Hayden hadn't left, though.

By the time the thunderstorm stopped, he had ordered Jennifer to bring my dinner to my room. Injured as I was, I couldn't eat my food with my right hand injured. Just as I was about to reach for my plate, he held my wrist, confusing me.

"What?" I knitted my brows.

"Come here," he demanded, shifting on the sofa.

Confused but too knackered to question his motive, I trudged to the sofa. He looped an arm around my waist, surprising me before he pulled me into him, the force of his yank making me fall into his lap.

"What do you want?" Sitting sideways on his lap, pressed to his body, I felt the warmth of his body permeate through my skin, warming my insides.

"Shh!"

"Shh?" I repeated in an utterly ridiculous tone. "I'm hungry. Will you let me have my dinner?"

Wordlessly, securing his hold on my waist, he leaned over the table in front of him and dragged the plate of Shepherd's pie near to him. Picking up the fork, he inverted it in the dish, pushing a wad of the mashed potatoes and hunk of meat onto the fork's tines. He pulled a forkful out of it and brought it closer to my mouth.

Speechless and stunned, I stared at him, wondering what happened to the man who had left me on the piano like a ragged doll.

"Eat," he urged. Cheeks flushing, I reached for it, letting him feed me, staring down at my bandaged right hand.

Was I his pity vote? A charity case? Why was he offering me a helping hand when he had left me multiple times? He had called our one-night stand a mistake. He had discarded me a few nights back. Then, why show me this kindness now? What game was he playing? What role did he play in Brooke's death?

My train of thoughts dissipated when spices burst in my mouth, the taste of garlic and Worcestershire sauce wrapped around my tongue, sending a rush to my head.

Pressing some peas into the potatoes, he ran the whole thing around the plate to pick up the juices before he held the fork again. Eating without any protest, I averted my eyes from him, unable to understand the flutter inside my heart.

He had called that night a mistake. He hadn't cared about what Juniper had said. He had left me fucking naked on the piano. Yet, here he was. This insufferable man who had threatened to kill Brooke was tending to my needs. Showing me the kind of kindness I had never received from even my mother.