Bab 42: The Panther

  Dressed up in a carnation pink dress that Gray bought for her while the handsome man was busy cleaning up her wound. She winced multiple times since it wasn't the one that just hurts but her whole arm. She can barely move it. She felt like a spoiled brat while Gray would continuously spoil her rotten. He would feed her although she didn't want to be fed. 

"Gray," She sighed at him. "If you keep doing that, it will be hard for me to let you go." 

"Then, don't." He grinned. 

  She only giggled as she gently placed her hand over his thigh while Gray continued feeding her. 

"We had dinner tonight. Since you don't have a fever anymore, we can have a big dinner." 

"Okay," She was submissive toward him and he spoiled her rotten in exchange. "I think I can walk around now. I miss the kids." 

  He moved closer to her and placed his hand over her hand on his thighs and rubbed it.