After Bryce O'Connor agreed not to proceed with the divorce for now, Veena Morton felt a sense of relief. As long as he was still around, she was confident she could win Bryce O'Connor over again. After all, his heart belonged to her.

“Honey~”

Bryce O'Connor glanced at Veena Morton uncomfortably, “Don’t call me that.”

“But you are my husband. Why can’t I call you that?” Veena Morton pretended to be sad as she looked at Bryce O'Connor. “Don’t you like it when I call you that?”

How could he not like it? He liked it so much it felt overwhelming. But he didn’t want such fleeting happiness. He feared that if Veena Morton changed her mind again, he’d be left alone, wallowing in this illusion of happiness.

“It’s not that I don’t like it,” he answered softly.

“Then you do like it.” Veena Morton beamed with joy, calling him “honey” repeatedly until Bryce O'Connor’s earlobes turned red. “Honey, your ears are red.”

At that, Bryce O'Connor stood up abruptly. “I need to make a phone call. Be good and continue your IV.”

Watching Bryce O'Connor flee, Veena Morton laughed genuinely. She never imagined Bryce O'Connor could be so pure-hearted. He had always been the cold and aloof idol, yet he couldn’t handle a bit of teasing.

As long as Bryce O'Connor didn't proceed with the divorce, Veena Morton had plenty of ways to stay close to him.

When Bryce O'Connor returned, he saw Veena Morton restlessly shifting around, trying to get closer to him.

“Be good and stay still for your IV.”

Bryce O'Connor gently adjusted Veena Morton’s hand, checking carefully to ensure it wasn’t swollen. Given her earlier movements, he was worried she might have dislodged the needle. Fortunately, her hand seemed fine.

“Bryce O'Connor, stay with me.”

“It’s just an IV.”

“I’m scared,” Veena Morton said pitifully. “You know how afraid of pain I am.”

“If you’re afraid of pain, why do you hurt yourself?” Bryce O'Connor’s eyes darkened as he stared at Veena Morton.

Veena Morton fell silent. How could she explain? That she had been foolish? Deceived?

Looking back, she realized how reckless she had been to set herself on fire because of a few words from Sheila Henry. She had truly been foolish.

“I… I was just too dumb and got tricked,” Veena Morton said, biting her lip. “I won’t do it again.”

Bryce O'Connor’s handsome face was clouded with seriousness. “Veena Morton, whatever you want, I’ll give it to you. Just don’t hurt yourself.”

Veena Morton’s nose tingled with emotion. “I won’t.”

For the rest of the day, Veena Morton found various excuses to cling to Bryce O'Connor.

“Honey, I’m hungry.”

“Your meal is on the table beside you.”

“But I’m still on an IV, and my hand hurts. I can’t eat by myself.” Veena Morton pouted, looking at Bryce O'Connor. “I need you to feed me.”

When Bryce O'Connor didn’t react, Veena Morton threw herself dramatically onto the bed, muttering to herself, “Bryce O'Connor doesn’t care about me. My hand hurts, but he doesn’t feel sorry for me. He wants me to starve.”

She pulled the blanket over herself.

Bryce O'Connor, watching the small figure bundled under the blanket, couldn’t help but smile slightly at his own tender feelings. After a moment, he regained his composure, pulled the blanket down, and said in a soft voice, “Get up. I’ll feed you.”

Veena Morton’s face lit up with a radiant smile. “Thank you, honey.”

Bryce O'Connor felt both helpless and moved. Veena Morton had started calling him “honey” so naturally, and he had lost count of how many times he had felt his heart flutter because of it that day.

Veena Morton, what am I to do?

If this keeps up, I really won’t want to let you go.

Bryce O'Connor fed Veena Morton carefully, and she ate obediently. He never imagined they could interact so peacefully. But he was also afraid this was just another one of Veena Morton’s tricks.

After finishing her meal, Veena Morton felt a bit sleepy. When the IV was done, a nurse came in to remove the needle.

Veena Morton, looking around the cold hospital room, asked Bryce O'Connor, “Bryce O'Connor, when can we go home?”

“Home?”

“Shanshui Villa, our home,” Veena Morton said sweetly.

Bryce O'Connor lowered his gaze. “You never wanted to live there.”

Shanshui Villa was their marital home, but Veena Morton had never been there. She always stayed at the Morton family residence, living as if she were still single. Her heart had never been with him but with Adam Dalton.

Last night, she had gone to another residence to find him and talk about the divorce, but ended up setting herself on fire. If he hadn’t found her in time, Bryce O'Connor couldn’t imagine what might have happened.

Bryce O'Connor’s mood darkened.

Veena Morton felt a wave of self-loathing. How could she have been so unreasonable and hurtful?

“I want to live there now,” Veena Morton said, looking at Bryce O'Connor with pleading eyes. “I want to share a room with you.”

“I don’t want to stay in the hospital. I’m fine now, let’s go home.”

“The doctor hasn’t said you can be discharged,” Bryce O'Connor replied calmly.

Veena Morton tugged at his arm. “Ask the doctor. I’m fine now.”

Unable to refuse her, Bryce O'Connor called the doctor. After a thorough examination, the doctor confirmed, “Mr. O'Connor, Mrs. O'Connor is fine and can be discharged.”

“Bryce O'Connor, see? The doctor says I can go home. Let’s go.”

Seeing the bright light in her eyes, Bryce O'Connor felt a moment of weakness and agreed without thinking. “Okay, let’s go home.”

In the car, Bryce O'Connor kept observing Veena Morton’s reactions. She seemed genuinely happy, rolling down the window to enjoy the breeze and smiling sweetly at him, commenting on the nice weather.

Bryce O'Connor couldn’t describe his feelings, but he knew this was what he had always wanted—from his youth to now—but had never had. Now, he had a taste of it and wanted more.

But what if Veena Morton reverted to her old self?

What would he do then?

Bryce O'Connor lowered his gaze and finally smiled bitterly in resignation.

What else could he do?

He would give Veena Morton anything, even his life. If she deceived him again, he would still forgive her unconditionally.