Chapter 18 Weird Feelings
Chapter Eighteen
Those words hit Aria hard and she had to admit, it made her chest tighten with pain for a few minutes.
“This is ridiculous.” She thought in exasperation, “Why am I feeling this way?”
It must be because she has such a good heart, so that it hurts her whenever the person she wants to extend a helping hand to rejects her help.
Aria nodded at this thought in relief.
Yes, that was it.
It was definitely not because she had some kind of feelings towards him.
Nope.
Definitely not.
“I am only feeling this way because we need him to have some kind of footing in this life, “she muttered to herself, “I will not be able to do everything I plan to do if I lived as Aria Beaumont. But living as Aria Graves, wife of Lucian Graves, is a whole other story that I’m willing to write. And Lucian would have to bear with it.”
She glared at him, then turned back to Madam Graves, ignoring him completely, “Go back now, mother. I will come down to get our meals if that’s okay with you.”
“Oh alright dear,” Madam Graves uttered as they both moved towards the door.
At the door, she stopped then turned back towards the bed, tears in her eyes, “Lucian, you will be fine, okay? And try to listen to your wife. Aria is our Graves family miracle worker. If she can heal you, think of the other things she can do for you.”
“Ugh!” Lucian groaned in frustration, holding his head in his hands, “I have a headache, mother! That’s enough!”
The women shook their heads in exasperation as well, then finally went out of the door.
Soon, Aria returned alone, pushing a trolley in front of her.
It was laden with mouthwatering dishes from soups, to rice to braised fish and steak. Lucian glanced at it hungrily as she pushed it towards him, giving him a catlike smile.
She sat on the bed, directly in front of him.
Lucian coughed nervously, uncomfortable with the way she was so close to him.
“Who’s hungry?” She uttered in a sing song voice, “The doctor said you should have something nutritious so we can start the rehabilitation process as soon as possible.”
Lucian glared at her, not wanting any of her poisonous sweetness. But his nostrils were betraying him.
Everything on the trolley looked absolutely delicious and he realized how long it was since he had tasted good food.
His stomach rumbled in agreement and Aria laughed . She reached for the trolley and picked up a bowl, handing it to him.
Lucian stared at the small bowl in his hands.
It was filled with a whitish, creamy stuff.
Is that…porridge?!
There was no steak, no beef broth, no pasta or filet mignon.
Only plain porridge?!
“What’s this?” He asked gruffly.
Aria had already settled down in front of the trolley, a napkin tucked into the collar of her dress, ready to dig in.
She looked up at Lucian’s question in surprise. She looked at the bowl to his disgruntled face, then back, “You want me to feed it to you?”
“No!” Lucian said tightly, “Why am I getting porridge while you get to eat steak?”
“It’s your dinner.” Aria answered innocently, “That’s what mother gave me to give you.”
“That’s impossible,” Lucian shook his head, “My mother loves me to death. She would never just give me porridge, while you get to eat steak and pasta before me.”
Aria shrugged, picking up her cutleries, “she loves you to death, so of course, she would do what’s best for you to help you recover faster.” She pointed at the bowl of porridge with her knife, “That is far more nutritious to you than this steak.”
Lucian ground his teeth in frustration, especially as Aria made a big deal out of eating her own meal.
“Hmm, scrumptious!” She moaned in delight, “This is good, I can tell you that!”
Lucian glared at her, then dropped the bowl of porridge back on the trolley, “Take it back. I am not eating it.”
“Oh don’t be such a baby,” Aria scolded as she sliced her steak with dexterity, savoring the feel of it.
She loved steak and wine.
Infact, there was never a meal she had without her favorite bottle of red wine, which was also sitting on the trolley waiting for her.
After being killed off, she had thought she would not be able to have such good things in life again, but here she was, savoring every moment of it.
She wagged a finger at Lucian, “Don’t you want to get better quickly? You better have your porridge before it gets cold. If you want, I can feed it to you.”
Lucian turned his head away, “Just have your meal and get out. It’s frustrating to keep saying the same thing over and over again, don’t you think?!”
Aria crossed her arms, smiling mischievously, “come to think of it, you’re right.” She answered, “Why do you keep saying the same thing over and over again, when it’s obvious I will never do what you say?”
Lucian inhaled deeply, “Just. leave. me. alone.” He said the words through gritted teeth, biting out each word.
Aria shook her head, “Only after you eat your porridge.”
“I’m not eating that!”
“THAT, is what your mother prepared for your good health. Eat it!”
“No!”
“Oh my god, you’re so frustrating!” Aria exclaimed.
Lucian remained stoic faced, turning away from her in stubbornness.
It made Aria want to pull out her hair, but she would not let him see that he was able to get to her.
So she inhaled deeply, trying to get her nerves under control.
Suddenly, her eyes flashed with determination once more as she said, “Listen to me. I will make sure you get some steak tomorrow morning if you eat your porridge this night. How about that?”
Lucian paused, thinking of the tempting offer.
Then, he shook his head, “Why should I trust you?”
“Because I can do anything.” Aria muttered sweetly as she reached for the bowl of porridge once more, taking up a spoonful of it, “I already healed you today. Why do you think there’s not more that I can do?”