Chapter 142. Want to Share Something

Ivanna Pov's 

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"ahh," I hissed in pain when he accidentally touched my wounded finger.

"I'm sorry." He removed his hand and took my hand in his hand. "I should've been careful"

"It's okay"

"How is the wound?" He asked and picked the pasta using a fork with his right hand.

"It's" He used the opportunity to make me eat pasta when I opened my mouth to answer him.

"Eat.. you're already not feeling good."

"but" I opened my mouth to argue but he again made me eat pasta.

"Don't be afraid of your boyfriend. No one is going to inform him whether you ate something or not." He shrugged his shoulders. This time I didn't argue and made him eat pasta with my hand. We both were holding each other's hands while feeding each other using our free hands.

"I can eat with my hand" He muttered when I was about to feed him again. I nod my head. We resumed eating but this time we were eating on our own. After finishing the food, he passed me the gl