But she had clearly begun to favor this so-called good friend.
Isabella hadn’t been home for two days.
I went to the hospital.
I wanted to see how Damian was doing.
Through the glass window of the ward, Damian was lazily leaning on the pillow in his hospital gown.
Isabella was peeling an orange for him.
She carefully and attentively peeled the white layer on the flesh very cleanly, but I felt my breath stop for a moment.
Isabella always hated citrus fruits and she hated the smell when peeling the skin.
I hadn’t eaten oranges for many years because of her preference.
But now, she fed him one at a time, gentle and considerate, like a different person.
“Damian, is it sweet?”
“As long as you feed it, it’s sweet.”
“The doctor said you need to take more vitamins. Come on, take another bite.”
“It’s so strange. It’s the same one, but I can’t eat it as well as you do.”
“Silly, I’ll feed you more and you’ll recover quickly.”
Damian smiled and even raised his hand to lightly scratch Isabella’s nose.
Isabella’s eyebrows were a little shy and she didn’t seem to feel anything wrong with his touch.
I was so angry that I pushed open the door of the ward.