CHAPTER 266: CHAPTER 266: FEEDING HER SOUP...

Victoria is utterly fond of Malcom Moore now.

In the past, she only thought of Malcom as a young master from a rich family, someone unattainable for ordinary people like them.

But after this incident, her perspective on Malcom has changed significantly.

It even made her think that Elder Sterling’s last wish was correct; her daughter following someone like him would certainly not suffer any grievances.

Victoria looked at Malcom, with a gentle smile on her face, "Alright, from now on, you can call me Aunt."

After saying that, she continued, "Malcom, Aunt won’t go back to rest. Luna needs someone to take care of her here, and I can rest here just fine."

Malcom laughed, speaking in a cheerful voice, "Aunt, even if you want to take care of Luna, you still need to go back and change clothes. Also, this isn’t just a one-day thing. Luna will be staying in the hospital for over a week. You should go home and gather some things."

Victoria agreed immediately, realizing it made sense, "Alright, I’ll go home now, change clothes, and gather some clothes for Luna."

Then, Victoria looked at Serena, gently instructing, "Luna, make sure to thank Malcom properly. He was the one who saved you last night. And he’s been here for a long time today, just went home for a bit and came back again."

After instructing Serena, Victoria turned to Malcom again, speaking warmly, "Malcom, I’ll head back first. Please take care of Luna."

Malcom smiled warmly, "Aunt, leave Luna to me, you can rest assured."

"Alright, alright." Victoria left with a smile.

After Victoria left, Malcom walked over to Serena and sat beside her bed.

Those slender and attractive hands gently twisted open the thermos in front of Serena, elegantly pouring the chicken soup inside into a bowl...

Watching Malcom’s series of actions, Serena felt he was doing it on purpose.

Or rather, it was the nature of this Casanova, a kind of unintentional, innate flirtation.

If he didn’t have such skills, he couldn’t possibly have so many women crying and begging to marry him.

The conversation he had with her mother earlier inexplicably gave her the feeling of a mother-in-law talking to her future son-in-law.

He saved her, and she was grateful.

But if he intended to flirt, sorry, she didn’t have the time to entertain him.

"Young Master Morris, thank you for saving me," Serena sincerely expressed her gratitude to Malcom.

Before Malcom could respond, she continued to state her position firmly, "But Young Master Morris, apart from thanking you, I don’t intend to fulfill my father’s last wish and have too many entanglements with you. I hope you can understand this. Moreover, I’ll repay all the expenses incurred at this hospital myself."

Looking at Serena, who was intent on distancing herself from him, Malcom felt quite uncomfortable.

Other women were eager to be associated with him.

Yet, when it came to this girl, he seemed like a harmful virus, someone she was desperate to avoid.

However, despite the discomfort, Malcom didn’t show it at all.

He looked at Serena, nodded, "Yes, I understand."

After speaking, he looked earnestly at Serena and continued, "You don’t need to think too much. Your father died saving my father. Whether or not you follow his last wish and marry me, you’re my responsibility."

Before Serena could say anything, Malcom changed the topic, "Come, have some soup, it’s freshly made by the housemaid."

"Thank you, Young Master Morris," Serena said, reaching out to take the bowl of chicken soup Malcom was holding.

Malcom looked at the girl but didn’t hand her the bowl.

She had been tormented at the police station all day yesterday, then slept for so long, without any strength in her hands, yet she was still acting tough.

"I’ll feed you." Malcom said, then spooned a scoop of chicken soup to Serena’s lips.

Serena declined, "No need, Young Master Morris, I can do it myself."

Malcom persisted, his slender and elegant fingers lightly holding the porcelain white spoon, maintaining the gesture of feeding Serena the soup, "I’ll feed you."

An inexplicable warmth surged to Serena’s ears, turning them red.

Seeing this, Malcom’s mischievous brow slightly raised, "Silly girl, your ears are red already? It’s just feeding you some soup, what’s there to be shy about?"

This time, Serena’s entire face turned red.

She didn’t speak, opening her mouth to drink the soup Malcom fed her, secretly thinking to herself: Do you think everyone is as experienced as you? I’ve never been in a relationship, a pure-hearted novice, okay?

Malcom smiled gently, feeding Serena the soup spoon by spoon.

Serena definitely wasn’t the kind of breathtaking beauty; compared to the stunning women Malcom usually encountered, she was more of a special kind of delicate.

Looking at this kind of girl, at her embarrassingly red ears, her now blushing delicate face, her elegantly shaped eyebrows, long dense eyelashes, elegant nose, and small lips...

Malcom suddenly found the girl before him to be very adorable, so much that even the tiny fine hairs on her forehead appeared pleasing to the eye, adorable enough that he couldn’t resist teasing her.

"Have you never been in a relationship before? So easily embarrassed?" Malcom suddenly asked while looking at Serena.

"Cough, cough." Serena suddenly choked.

Malcom put down the bowl and wiped the corner of Serena’s mouth, "How careless, you even managed to choke on soup."

Saying that, he casually patted Serena’s back.

But as soon as he patted her, Serena’s face turned pale with pain, "Ah... it hurts!"

Then Malcom remembered the injuries on Serena’s back.

He immediately stood up, quickly pulling back the gown Serena was wearing.

As the doctor said, there were no visible injuries on her back from the outside.

But overnight, it had turned a bruised blue-green...

Even so, Malcom felt as if his heart was being pricked by needles, desperately wanting to kill those policemen!

Serena shivered in shock.

What was this man doing?

How could he...

Her face grew even redder as she pulled at her gown, trying to cover herself, mumbling, "You, you..."

Yet despite her stammering, she couldn’t get more words out.

Instead, the man kept staring at her back as he asked, "Does it hurt?"

Feeling his scrutinizing gaze, Serena’s cheeks turned even redder.

With her persistent tugging, the gown finally fell back into place.

She breathed a sigh of relief, honestly replied, "It hurts a lot."