A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 1080

She knew she was incapacitated, but she absolutely refused to let him help her with something so intimate.

Seeing her flustered, defensive posture, a faint smile tugged at his lips. "I'm right here. Why do you need a nurse?"

"You—!" Starla practically snarled.

"Alright, alright. I'll have a maid sent up shortly. But for now, let me carry you, hm?"

Deciding not to tease her any further, he carried her straight to the bathroom. He knew he couldn't push her too hard right now. Her trust in him was completely shattered, and acting too aggressively would only make her despise him more.

Once she was back in bed, a maid finally arrived.

Herbert sat down, peeled an apple, sliced it into small pieces, and offered her one.

"I don't like apples," she said flatly.

He paused. "You don't?"

"You need to eat some fruit to recover."

"I really don't like them." She hated the cold, crisp texture, especially while breathing in the suffocating smell of hospital disinfectant. She barely had an appetite for actual food, let alone apples.

"Alright. We won't eat them, then." He didn't force her.

But a few minutes later, an extravagant assortment of different fruits was brought into the room, and the apples were completely banished. That was how Herbert operated. The second she mentioned disliking something, he made sure she never had to see it again.

"Now you can tell me what you do like," he murmured, his gaze warm. And he would memorize every single detail. Before, he hadn't had the chance to truly learn her habits. Now... they had all the time in the world.

Starla didn't answer. She just stared at him, her eyes piercing straight through his facade.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Who shot me that day?" she demanded.

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