Hope Williams was wrapped in gentleness and indulgence, her smile becoming increasingly tender.
Soon, Alitzel Williams brought back porridge and some light pastries, "You must be starving, eat something quickly."
"Thank you, Mom."
Waylon Lewis took the items from Alitzel Williams's hands, then opened the meal tray in front of Hope Williams.
Hope Williams was indeed hungry, her stomach growling.
Waylon Lewis, with his slender fingers, held the spoon and gently blew on the steaming porridge before handing it to Hope Williams, "Careful, it's hot."
Hope Williams paused, seeing Alitzel Williams still there, felt a bit embarrassed to be fed by Waylon Lewis, "I can do it myself."
As she spoke, Hope Williams reached out to take the bowl and spoon from Waylon Lewis's hands.
Waylon Lewis carefully pressed her hand down, insistently holding the bowl, and said seriously, "No, let me do it. You're still injured; be careful not to strain your wound."
