Having escaped from death, Nathan Shaw was comfroted by the sight of kitten with tear-stained eyes as soon as he opened his eyes.

He thought to himself, "At least she still has some conscience."

"However, this woman's eyes are so swollen that there is only a crack left, and the dark circles under her eyes are so obvious. Could it be that she has not slept since I had an accident?"

His numb arm was slowly regaining sensation. Nathan Shaw tried to lift his arm and reached out with his bony fingers. "Sisi, come over here."

It was typical of Nathan Shaw. No matter what, he liked to order people around.

Sierra Moore reached out to hold his hand and sat down by the bed. She held his hand and rubbed it against her face, saying, "Nathan Shaw, you really scared me."

Seeing her worried expression, Nathan Shaw suddenly felt that he was very ridiculous, thinking to himself, "This is my woman, and I actually suspected her because of a text message."

Nathan Shaw did not speak, but Sierra Moore was still very worried. She said, "Nathan Shaw, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? Otherwise, I might as well call the doctor over to take a look!"

Just as she was about to get up, she was pulled back by a force and fell to the bed.

At this time, Sierra Moore was still concerned about the injuries on Nathan Shaw's body. She screamed and leaned to the side, but she still hit him on the shoulder.

Hearing Nathan Shaw's muffled groan, Sierra Moore panicked all of a sudden. She was about to call for help when he grabbed her wrist again.

"You still dare to run away!" Nathan Shaw looked at her unhappily.

Sierra Moore thought to herself, "He actually dares to be so fierce!"

"Nathan Shaw, you are a bastard. How can you do this? What if I hit you? George said that your chest is heavily injured..." Sierra Moore yelled to him while crying.

Her tears were like a broken dam, and the rest of her words could no longer be said.

"Don't cry. It's my fault." Nathan Shaw looked at her, moved his body, and gently kissed her lips.

He still remembered what she said, and she said that he was not good.

He thought to himself, "It must be the same this time. She cried because I am not good enough!"

Such a girl who wholeheartedly worried about him was really beautiful.

If not for the fact that he was injured, Nathan Shaw would have taken her now.

His body was getting more and more out of control. Nathan Shaw finally let go of her lips and pressed the girl with blurred eyes into his arms.

He thought to himself, "What should I do?"

He seemed to have really fallen for her.

This posture was very uncomfortable. Sierra Moore only moved a little before she was pulled back. "Sisi, be good. Sleep with me for a while."

Although the bed in the luxury VIP ward was not as comfortable as it was at home, it was enough to support two people.

During the time when Nathan Shaw was unconscious, Sierra Moore did not have a good rest due to fear. She simply took off her shoes and lay on the bed.

In her half-asleep state, she seemed to hear herself say, "Nathan Shaw, you have to get better quickly."

Nathan Shaw thought to himself, "This woman. I originally wanted her to lie down with me for a while, but she fell asleep so quickly and even snored."

Mr. Shaw looked at her messy head in disgust. Then, he lifted the quilt and covered her with it. He also moved over to the side and gently held her in his arms.

The night was quiet.

Nathan Shaw's recovery ability was amazing. When George Young came to see him, he could already sit up and eat.

Ruby Smith had sent over porridge early in the morning. Sierra Moore did not care about eating it, but instead, she sat by the bed to serve Mr. Shaw.

Looking at the porridge in front of him, Mr. Shaw frowned in disgust. "What is this? I won't eat it. Take it away!"

"I know you don't like to eat this, but the doctor said that you can only eat some liquid food now. Can you eat a little?" Sierra Moore said good-naturedly to coax him.

Eldest Young Master was very picky about food, so he turned around and said, "No, take it away!"

"Nathan Shaw!" Sierra Moore shouted his name angrily.

Nathan Shaw turned to look at her and said seriously, "Call Wendy to send over a rib bone soup."

He thought to himself, "I don't have to eat porridge even if I must eat liquid food!"

In the past, Sierra Moore only felt that this person was a little picky about food. Now, she truly felt helpless. She had already said that he could not eat greasy things now, but he still wanted to drink soup.

"Nathan Shaw, are you going to drink it or not?" Sierra Moore angrily raised the spoon to his mouth.

Nathan Shaw sneered, "No."

Sierra Moore was convinced by him. "I'll drink it myself if you don't drink it."

Sierra Moore brought the bowl to her mouth and gulped it all down.

After finishing the porridge, she threw the bowl on the table. "Nathan Shaw, let me tell you. I have already told Wendy and Ruby that before you recover, you can only eat porridge every day. If you don't want to drink it, you can set up with an IV every day!"

"Sierra Moore, you dare!" Nathan Shaw gritted his teeth and roared at her.

"See if I dare!" Sierra Moore looked at him provocatively.

After saying that, without looking at Mr. Shaw's extremely ugly expression, Sierra Moore took the thermos and bowl to the bathroom to wash them.

She thought to herself, "He hasn't eaten anything for two days and he is still being picky." Thinking about this made Sierra Moore angry. She realized that she really couldn't tolerate him anymore.

George Young had just returned from inspecting other wards outside when he noticed that the atmosphere in the ward was a little strange.

Sierra Moore no longer cared about the patient but sat on the sofa and played with her phone.

Mr. Shaw was looking at the person on the sofa with a dark face. His eyes were burning with anger.

"What happened to the two of you?" George Young looked at Sierra Moore and then looked at Nathan Shaw. He had only been gone for a short while. He thought to himself, "Why did they become so awkward again?"

Sierra Moore did not want to be misunderstood, so she said, "He refused to eat."

"You know I don't eat porridge." Nathan Shaw sneered at her.

This time, George Young understood everything. He looked at Mr. Shaw who had been sneering all this time, thinking to himself, "Oh, this one is not easy to deal with. It is better to deal with the other one!"

George Young chatted with Nathan Shaw for a while. When he went out, he called Sierra Moore outside.

"Sierra Moore!" Dr. Young said earnestly, "Nate is a patient now. His body has not recovered yet. He can't be stimulated."

Sierra Moore felt wronged and said with red eyes, "But he refused to eat and insisted on drinking soup. What do you want me to do?"

Well, she cried after he just said a few words. George Young thought to himself, "Women are indeed the most troublesome and terrible animals."

However, George Young was George Young. He quickly thought of a solution. "There are many ways to cook porridge. As long as you make it delicious, Nate will definitely eat it."

Sierra Moore was still thinking to herself, "What other tricks could there be in cooking porridge?"

She heard George Young say, "Nate is a patient now. You have to accommodate him more. If he doesn't eat anything and only relies on saline, how can he get enough nourishment?"

Sierra Moore stopped talking, her eyes full of worry.

In the sick room, Nathan Shaw was still angry, thinking to himself, "I am already like this, but this woman still dares not to show me any cordiality."

Seeing that she had gone out for such a long time and still had not returned, Nathan Shaw was a little anxious. He thought to himself, "What are these two talking about outside for so long?"

"Don't they know that patients need someone to escort them?"

What made Nathan Shaw the angriest was that Sierra Moore did not come back after leaving.

He was clearly the one who suffered and he did not say anything, yet she still dared to throw a tantrum and play hide and seek with him!

Sierra Moore's phone call did not get through. Mr. Shaw had been throwing a tantrum the entire morning and chased out all the nurses who had come to take care of him.

He thought to himself, "This woman is so cruel. I just don't like to eat porridge. Does she really want to starve me to death?"

The more Nathan Shaw thought about it, the angrier he became, and his chest ached.

When it was almost twelve o'clock, Sierra Moore finally appeared with a thermos in her hand.

Seeing her come in, Nathan Shaw did not intend to show her any cordiality. He moved his buttocks and finally flattened himself. He pulled the quilt over his head with one hand.

Seeing his childish actions, Sierra Moore could not help but laugh. She had recently discovered that Nathan Shaw was becoming more and more adorable.

"Hey." Sierra Moore walked over and called his name softly, "Nathan Shaw, I cooked porridge for you. I made it for you myself! Get up and try it."

It was porridge again!

Nathan Shaw thought to himself, "This hateful woman actually treats a patient like this!"

Nathan Shaw snorted coldly. Even if she cooked it herself, he wouldn't drink it. He didn't want to drink something so disgusting.

"Nathan Shaw, this porridge is different from the one in the morning. I checked a lot of information and made it. It's really delicious!" Sierra Moore put the food on the table and walked over to wake him up.

Nathan Shaw didn't fall for it and just pretended that he had fallen asleep.

After waiting for a while and seeing that he still did not move, Sierra Moore went over to lift his quilt. "Nathan Shaw, you can't be like this."

"Hmph!" Nathan Shaw glanced at her coldly, then he turned around and turned his head to the other side.

This person was really hard to serve!

Sierra Moore really wanted to ignore him, but when she thought of what George Young had said, she could not harden her heart no matter what.

She thought to herself, "He has been hurt by his own mother, which is why he has grown up so paranoid!"

No longer caring about Nathan Shaw who was causing trouble, Sierra Moore turned around and poured out the porridge. The thick smell of porridge scattered in the room. This was the result of her working all morning.

The person on the bed moved his nose, thinking to himself, "Why is this smell so fragrant?"

While Mr. Shaw was still thinking about the difference between this bowl of porridge and the bowl in the morning, Sierra Moore had already come over with the bowl.

She placed the bowl on the bedside cabinet and scooped a spoonful to cool it down. She brought it to Nathan Shaw's mouth. "It's really delicious. Try it."

Although he did not want to admit it, Nathan Shaw's taste buds had been completely hooked up, but he was still unwilling to obediently submit.

Sierra Moore looked at him worriedly for a moment and fed herself the porridge. Then, she held Nathan Shaw's head with both hands and sent her lips up.

Mr. Shaw had to admit that he had never eaten such delicious porridge before. Even Serenity Clubhouse's chef could not make such a taste.

It really left a deep impression on him!

Sierra Moore was about to go away after feeding him the porridge, but Nathan Shaw pressed the back of her head and deepened the kiss.

It seemed that he was indeed angry since her lips felt numb being bitten by him. "Nathan Shaw, the porridge is going to be cold. Do you want to eat it or not?" Sierra Moore begged softly.

Mr. Shaw looked at her red and swollen lips that had been ravaged. He smiled evilly and said, "Feed me."

Only a fool wouldn't be able to understand such a straightforward gaze.

Sierra Moore's face turned red from his stare, but she did not want to feed him like that. How disgusting!