Hunter stepped closer, finding you asleep on the chair in the study. A plate of pumpkin soup was in his hand, and with the tip of his shoe, he touched your foot gently, waking you up.

"You haven't eaten all day," he said calmly, holding out the plate. "You should eat before your body collapses." You glanced at him briefly and then dismissed his offer coldly.

"Bribery is a bad thing. Put it away." Suddenly, Hunter reached out, his fingers touching your cheek, making you look up at him. "You also have a fever," he mumbled. You slapped his hand away roughly. "Don't touch me." But, his gaze remained cold, unwavering.

"You always skip your meal schedule when you're sick. That's a bad habit, Mrs. Does your throat hurt that you have trouble swallowing?" He casually held the spoon in his hand, twirling it above the soup. It made you narrow your eyes suspiciously. "Are you seeking revenge?"

"Revenge is only done to an equal opponent. And you are not one of them." Before you could reply, the spoon filled with soup had already passed into your mouth. You gasped, standing up, and swatted his hand away roughly, causing the spoon to fall to the floor.

"Are you playing with me?!" you snapped. Without warning, Hunter grabbed your shoulders, forcing you sit back down. Your small fingers gripped his wrist, shaking under his strong grip.

"I don't have another spoon." He stared at you for a moment before his rough fingers touched your lips, making them part slightly.

"But there are still many ways to make you eat." You fell silent, staring at his face, the face that used to stare at you warmly and shyly, you missed the old him.

But, Hunter didn’t give you time to reminisce. He forced the plate closer to your face, making you gulp the soup straight from it. You were shocked by the insult, while his other hand held your head still. When he finally released you, the soup stained your nightgown.

“Not bad,” he murmured with a faint smirk. “It suits you, Mrs.” His hand gripped your chin.