Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 46

Chapter 46 

I stuck between a rock and a hard place. If I turned Ethan down, I’d look like a jerk. But if I agreed, I’d risk getting involved with him. 

“Fine. I won’t push you. If you don’t want to look after me, then don’t. I guess that’s just how it is. Good guys always get the short end of the stick.” Ethan sighed on the other end. of the line, and his weeds kept ringing in my ears. 

“I’ll come over in a bit,” I said just as he was about to hang up. I figured a few days wouldn’t hurt. I could just stay away from him after that. 

He sounded like he hadn’t had breakfast yet, so I immediately took a cab to a breakfast spot near the hospital, bought a few items, and brought them to the hospital. 

Ethan was lounging elegantly in bed when I walked into the ward 1 couldn’t figure out why he needed to be hospitalized when all he had was a simple hand fracture. 

As soon as he noticed me, he started ordering me around. “I’ve been under observation overnight, and everything’s fine. I need to get discharged, so please sign the forms for me. 

He held up his injured hand, and I couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed 1 had to suck it up and go through all the discharge paperwork. Then, I helped him back to his place. Unlike me, Ethan had his own villa here, whereas I lived in the school’s dormitory. I could take care of him during the day, but he would have to manage on his own at night. “Just so you know, be heading back to the dorm at night. So, you’ll need to find someone else to look after you.” 

I set out the breakfast for him when we got to his place, but he just stared at it and then at me coldly. “You expect me to eat this myself? Do you think I’m capable of using the fork and knife in my current state?i 

felt so embarrassed. It was like I’d swallowed a frog had no choice but to feed him, and I realized he was the only person I’d ever wait on like this. 

Then, I had to clean up his mess while he treated me like a slave. I had to cater to his every whim, from his basic needs to his entertainment 

“I prefer my apples without the skin. Our them up for me” 

He lounged on the couch, watching TV, while I was stuck in the kitchen, peeling apples. I couldn’t tell if he was laughing at the TV or at my misery, but he was laught 

When I brought him the apples, be ordered me to feed him. I gritted my teeth and felt so angry I could spitfire If he were dead, I would’ve reduced him to ashes. 

laughing his head 

if he hadn’t gotten hurt saving me, I wouldn’t be putting up with this crap. I constantly reminded myself not to get angry, which helped me control my anger. It was like controlling a volcano that was about to erupt