Chapter 157
Lila looked at Alexander's serious expression as he questioned her, and unexpectedly felt a bit nervous inside.
She avoided his gaze and said, not sure if she meant it or not, "Of course I feel bad for you. I feel terrible. You're my husband after all. If I don't feel bad for you, who will?"
After saying this, Lila took his hand from under the running water and examined it closely, "It's a bit red, but no blisters yet. Does it hurt? Does it hurt a lot?"
"Not really."
"Wait here, I'll go get some ointment for you."
Before Alexander could say "okay," she had already gotten up to find the ointment.
He watched her back, thinking over what she had just said about feeling bad for him, unconsciously trying to figure out if she meant it.
Soon, Lila came back with the ointment.
She first squeezed some onto her own hand, then naturally took Alexander's hand and gently applied it.
He watched her movements, "Will this actually work?"
"Yes, it'll prevent blisters."
"Whether it prevents blisters or not, I don't know, but Mrs. Sinclair, you're getting smoother and smoother at taking my hand."
Hearing this, Lila immediately froze while applying the ointment.
She looked at him, "I just saw your hand got burned because of me and didn't want you to get hurt. I don't mean anything else by it."
"You can mean something else by it."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Alexander chuckled softly and held up his half-medicated hand in front of her, "Are you going to finish or not?"
"Do it yourself." With that, Lila turned to go back to the stone bench to eat.
But her wrist was caught by his other hand.
Alexander was a man, naturally stronger, and he was determined to pull Lila back.
So when Alexander pulled, Lila fell into his arms.
She jumped like a startled rabbit and quickly scrambled out of his embrace, "What are you doing? Don't get handsy at my place."
Alexander laughed softly, holding his hand up in front of her as his low, pleasant voice sounded, "Your hand already has ointment on it. Why make me get my hands messy too? You do it."
She looked at him helplessly, but ended up obediently spreading the ointment evenly on his hand.
After finishing, Alexander raised his hand to admire it, "Looks pretty gross."
"Never mind if it's gross or not, just tell me. Does it feel cool and soothing?"
"A bit."
Lila looked at him and said, "That's good then. That means the ointment is working. Come on, let's go eat the noodles."
Alexander agreed and followed her back to the stone table.
Grandma came out carrying a bowl of noodles at that moment, walking toward the stone table and bench while asking Alexander, "Alex, is your hand okay?"
"It's fine, Grandma, don't worry."
"Did you put ointment on it?"
Alexander responded, "Yes, Lila put it on for me herself."
Lila was just about to eat her noodles when she heard him call her "Lila" so gently. Her eyes paused for a moment, and she glanced at him from the corner of her eye, thinking that Alexander was quite talented at acting. When he called her "Lila," it sounded as natural as if he'd called her that thousands of times before.
For some reason, she felt that after getting splashed by the noodle soup, Alexander's tone had become much gentler.
Strange.
Lila gathered her thoughts and lowered her head to eat.
After tasting a bite, she felt instantly satisfied from body to soul.
After swallowing that mouthful of noodles, Lila let out a long breath and looked at Grandma with a smile, "Grandma, your pasta is so delicious. I'm going to have another bowl later."