Chapter 141

Davis P.O.V I made Angela sit up on the bed gently, using pillows to guide her back. Then I carried the tray that contained the bowl of soup and looked at her. Her eyes were tightly closed like she was deeply asleep. I sighed. I am the only one that knows that she isn't asleep… I carried a spoonful of soup upward and blew air on it for a while. I don't want it to be hot so it won't hurt her. I know she won't feel much pain but I don't want her to feel any pain at all. The one she's suffering is already enough. Once I was sure that the soup is warm enough, I fed it to her slowly. I pushed the spoon into her mouth and the soup actually went in even if some still spilt out. I was relieved that she was at least eating something. That was how I did it until the bowl was almost empty. That was when she started spitting it out. I know it's a sign that she doesn't want it anymore. I couldn't help but feel amused. I leaned forward and used my tongue to lick of