Female Novel
Chapter 1091
In the darkness, Eric didn't respond.
Half an hour later, he slowly stood up and opened the door to his room.
When the lights from the outside flooded in, he took a step back as though startled by the sudden
brightness.
Patric let out another scoff, but Eric didn't engage him.
He descended the stairs to find Maja still sprawled on the couch.
She wasn't asleep, just staring blankly at the ceiling.
Battling his discomfort, Eric discarded the IV bags and needles in the trash and then took the garbage
outside.
When he returned, his back was slick with cold sweat.
He moved towards the kitchen, skillfully grabbing a bag of rice, and started to prepare porridge.
Rolling up his sleeves, he made a few simple side dishes.
After some time, when the porridge cooled a bit, he served it to Maja.
Maja couldn't get up; the pain in her stomach had subsided, but she was still weak.
"Maja, let me help you sit up," he offered.novelbin
He went over and helped her to sit up.
Maja wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but she thought his fingers were trembling slightly. He even
had a band-aid wrapped around one of them. Had he cut himself while preparing the meal?
Eric didn't say anything; he just pushed the porridge and side dishes closer to her.
He lowered his head, scooped up some porridge with a spoon, and brought it to her lips.
But his hand was visibly shaking, causing the spoon's contents to scatter on the floor.
Blinking in confusion, he promptly placed the spoon back in the bowl, wiped up the spilled porridge with
a paper towel, and threw it away in the trash.
After all this, he tried to feed her again, but his hand was still shaking.
Maja frowned. Had he been in this state while cooking?
Eric tried four or five more times, finally dropping the spoon in defeat, his voice hoarse.
"Maja, I'm sorry. I'm not feeling well today. I'll have someone else feed you."
Maja didn't respond as he left the room, calling in a housemaid on his way out.
Maja didn't neglect her stomach; if she didn't have something light soon, she'd probably pass out from
the pain.
After a couple of bites, her gaze drifted towards the staircase.
Eric was slowly making his way up, each step painstakingly slow. He was a far cry from the assertive,
energetic man she knew.
Maja saw a sense of impending doom emanating from him.
But even in this state, he was still apologizing, still speaking to her in a soft, gentle voice.
At that moment, Maja felt an indescribable sense of sadness.
Anyone would feel a sense of poignancy seeing the man they admired during their youth in such a
state.
It seemed as though he wasn't walking up the stairs but rather stepping into the jaws of death.
Patric wouldn't stop talking in Eric's mind.
"Why hang on to the body when it's causing you so much pain? Give it to me, and I promise you won't
be disappointed. Aren't you just afraid that I'll hurt Maja? I swear, as long as you fully hand over the
control of the body to me, I'll immediately send Maja back and never disturb her life again."
It took Eric a full ten minutes to reach the top of the stairs.
His palms were sweaty, his lips dry.
"Patric, you'll never learn to love someone; you can only hurt them. I won't give my body to you."
Patric remained silent for a moment, then erupted in frustration.
"What's the use of your disagreement? Haven't you noticed how weak you've become recently? Your
pain is more intensely because you've seen the person you love. Everyone says Maja isn't worthy of
the Raymonds, let alone you. But deep down, you feel you're not worthy of Maja, right? That's why you
never intended to fulfill your promise to her even though you escaped from the research facility. You're
afraid, thinking you're tainted."
A body that had been studied repeatedly, observed like livestock, his dignity, his love, all his youthful
impulses had long since died.
Once a proud prodigy, when he realized he was no longer worthy of the woman he loved, all he could
do was ensure her safety.
But now he was so weak, he couldn't even pretend to be okay in front of her.
His trembling hands mirrored his fragile dignity.
He couldn't even maintain the last shred of his dignity.
Eric closed his eyes, sweat trickling down his cheeks. He looked incredibly vulnerable.