After they returned to the hospital room, the doctor came in and applied medicine to Ariel's leg.
Her injury wasn't too bad.
The doctor assured her that, with some anti-inflammatory treatment and rest, she'd be fine.
But because of Rhysand's insistence, she had to stay in the hospital for a full day.
Ariel sat up in bed, watching as Rhysand prepared a bowl of porridge for her. "I really don't need to stay here," she said, a little embarrassed. "It's so expensive, and my injury isn't even that serious."
Rhysand approached, holding the porridge carefully in his hands.
His expression was cold, but his words were firm. "I'm your husband now. I have to be responsible for you. I don't want you getting worse."
Ariel blinked in confusion. "Now? You're not going to be my husband in the future?"
He didn't answer, instead blowing on the porridge to cool it.
He scooped up a spoonful and brought it to her mouth. "Eat. It's ready."
