He put her at the tip of his heart to protect her.

Wyatt did not speak. He reached out and hugged her. He patted her back and said, "I was indeed frightened, but fortunately, nothing major happened."

Otherwise, he would have the intention to tear that man to pieces!

"Yes, thank you." Lying in his arms, she felt very relaxed as she survived the accident. She closed her eyes and said, "My dizziness seems to be better. By the way, when you saw me, who else was in the room? Ashley ran away?"

Her brain was still not clear. She asked a few simple questions over and over again. Wyatt was not annoyed and slowly spoke clearly.

She did not speak for a long time after listening.

He was a little worried. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell again?"

She shook her head. "I'm fine. I think that I'm a little stupid. I know she is not a good person, so why did I fall for it again?"

"That's because you are too kind," Wyatt comforted her.

She pouted and turned around gloomily.

She did not want to speak because she knew he was comforting her.

Why was she so stupid?

The voice behind her gradually became smaller, followed by the sound of the door being opened.

She moved and heard the movement.

Did he go out? It seemed that he was also angry. Hearing him say that the scene at that time looked unbearable, he must suffer in the heart.

She deserved it, ooh.

That crap Ashley!

When she thought about it, her tears were about to flow down.

Not long after, Wyatt entered the room with a tray. As soon as he entered, he heard a soft sob.

He looked in the direction of the voice and saw her slender figure trembling slightly. Although he saw her back, he could guess what she was doing.

He sighed softly and stepped forward to hold her shoulder. "Are you crying?"

She turned over and threw herself into his arms, crying, "I thought you didn't want me anymore."

He patted her back helplessly. "How could that be? You consider too much. I'll bring you something to eat. Do you want to eat it?"

She was alright if he didn't say it, but when he said it, she paused and felt the burning hunger coming from her stomach. She asked in a low voice, "What is it?"

"I asked them to make some food for you. Chicken noodles. Let them put an egg and green vegetables." As he spoke, he carried her in a different direction so she could see what was in the tray.

The rich aroma of chicken soup assaulted her senses, causing her to drool and immediately forget to cry.

Seeing her look like a greedy cat, a hint of a smile flashed in his eyes. He slowly picked up the chopsticks and let her reach out for nothing.

She widened her eyes and looked at him. "What are you doing? Trying to snatch it from me?"

"Should I feed you?" he asked slowly.

"No, no need." How old was she, and she still needed him to feed her? How embarrassing.

Wyatt raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you say you were dizzy? Is it convenient for you to eat by yourself?"

"Why is it inconvenient?"

Without a word, she grabbed the chopsticks and was about to pick up the noodles, but before she could put them in her mouth, she felt the strength in her hand loosen.

Zoey, "..."

Looking at her trembling hands, Wyatt shook his head helplessly. "If you can't do it, don't force yourself." He picked up the noodles with chopsticks and placed them beside her mouth. "Open your mouth!"

His tone was naturally dignified. When she heard this, she subconsciously opened her mouth and stuffed a mouthful of delicious noodles into her mouth.

It was indeed delicious.

The somewhat resistant feeling also vanished at this moment. She still felt ashamed, but she couldn't help but remind, "When you tell outsiders, don't say you feed me."