"Don't get me wrong. I know you are a fully grown man, who is capable of doing things himself just fine. And no, I am not trying to make a move on you either, you should clearly know that." Yvette immediately spoke up in her defense, before he starts to make some assumptions by himself. "I can see you finding it really hard to handle the spoon for the upcoming few days. So until you are all better and your hand heals, let me help you out."
Seeing Irvyn not giving any response, she thought it was a cue for her to make a move. He was almost on the verge of agreeing. So she picked the bowl of soup in her hands, took a spoonful of it, and extended it to him. "Since you went ahead and made me your wife, let me at least fulfill the duties that come with it."
