Diary of Fragile Heart (Spin of Loving You Too Long)

A knock on the door drew my attention again. A beautiful woman, tall with fair skin and soft makeup, entered carrying a basket of fruits. Behind her was a woman the same age as my grandmother, but her appearance was more striking and attention-grabbing. Especially her bright red lips.

“Are we interrupting?” The voice sounded friendly. I looked at her, and her gaze didn’t seem too friendly towards me.

“Oh, Phoebe. No, dear, you’re not interrupting at all. Flavia just woke up,” my grandmother answered the question.

Phoebe? Is she the Phoebe, the one who sees me as her rival? But rival in what? She’s clearly beautiful. What does she have to compete with me for?

“It’s just a little something. Sorry for arriving so late,” she said, still with a friendly tone.

Her gaze shifted to my right side, and the handsome man just nodded, accepting the gift with a murmured thank you and placing it on the nightstand.

Does that woman like the handsome man? So who is he really? I don’t even know his name. He never introduced himself to me. And Abigail doesn’t seem to have any intention of introducing us either.

“How are you feeling?” the woman asked again, so I redirected my attention to my visitor.

“Fine,” I replied simply.

“Of course, Eijaz must have taken good care of you,” she said with her sweet smile.

Eijaz? Who is he? Oh God. Why are there so many names mentioned here? Should I jot down their names one by one and memorize them?

“You don’t remember Eijaz either?” the woman asked again, her shocked expression seeming forced.

“He doesn’t even recognize me,” my grandmother said softly and sadly.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“Sorry,” I murmured softly. The handsome man held my hand tightly.

“No need to apologize. You’re not at fault at all, dear.”

Dear? Did he just call me ‘dear’? It sounds sweet to my ears. I like it.

Am I smiling now? Because he’s smiling at me too. My body feels like jumping for joy because of it.

Oh God, why does this man stir up my feelings like this? His handsome smile is still directed at me. It feels adorable. My hands really itch to touch him. I want to kiss him.

Wait. What’s happening to me? Why do I want to kiss this stranger?

A sigh diverts my attention. The beautiful woman named Phoebe is still looking at me. And what’s with that look? Anger? Jealousy? Is she jealous because I’m looking at the handsome man?

“Sorry. If I was rude,” I murmured softly.

I genuinely apologized to her. But the movement of the handsome man sitting next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, startled me.

“I already told you, you’re not at fault at all. So stop apologizing,” he said, kissing the top of my head.

Oh God, is he deliberately giving me a heart attack? My chest hurts even more because of its uncontrollable beating.

I glanced at Abigail from the corner of my eye; the girl was smiling mischievously at me. What does she mean by that?

“Forgive us, but Flavia still can’t engage in long conversations. She still needs to adjust. I believe you understand what I mean, Doctor Madsen,” the man’s voice sounded cold.

Doctor? So, that woman is also a doctor. Wow, she’s not just beautiful, but also smart. Then what about me? What’s my job? Am I already working? Or still in school? Or am I already married?

Thinking about marriage makes my cheeks feel hot. I guess I should borrow a mirror from Abigail later. But thinking about a mirror just makes me want to go to the toilet.

I stand up, feeling restless. Unsure of what to say.

“Why?” the handsome man asks, his expression panicked.

“Toilet,” I whisper softly.

The handsome man smiles. He stands up and asks Abigail to remove the IV from its hanger. He shifts a round object and then places it in my right hand.

“Hold this. I’ll take you to the bathroom,” he says, then lifts me gently and effortlessly.

Does it have to be like this? I wonder silently as I reflexively wrap my arms around his neck.

“Your legs aren’t ready to walk yet. The muscles must be stiff from not being moved for so long,” he says as if he heard the question in my head.

His face is very close to mine. I can even see the pores on his face because our faces are so close. His thick eyebrows tease me. If I weren’t using my left hand to hold the IV and my right hand to support myself, maybe I would use my fingers to touch his eyebrows right now.

He lowers me into the bathroom that Abigail has helped to open. He lets me stand for a moment while he opens the toilet lid.

“Can you manage by yourself, or do you want my help?” His question sounds mischievous in my ears, as does his facial expression. I’m momentarily stunned when he flashes a smirk. Then I shake my head, asking him to leave and promising to call him when I’m done.

He’s right. When I’m finished with my business, I stand up again, and my legs feel stiff. My muscles ache, and I feel like I’ve been running for miles without stopping.

I’m trying to step slowly towards the door. The thought of calling him in and asking him to carry me back didn’t make me happy.

I opened the bathroom door, and the man was still there. Standing with his back against the wall, both hands folded across his chest.

“Why didn’t you say when you were done?” He asked in panic. Then, gently, he carried me back and sat me down on the bed. Hanging the IV bag in place and adjusting something on the tube.

I thought my three new guests were gone, but as I looked around the room, they were still there. Though they had now moved positions to the sofa in the guest room.

“Are you hungry?” The man asked with concern.

I wasn’t really hungry. But yes, I guess I should eat. I nodded. The man then contacted someone, and less than ten minutes later, a bowl of porridge was steaming in front of me.

“This is your favorite pumpkin porridge. Eat up.” The porridge did look tempting with several toppings on it.

“Shouldn’t she be eating hospital food?” The question was thrown just as I was about to put the food in my mouth.

“She just needs to eat soft food. Doesn’t always have to be hospital food.” The handsome man responded coldly. Then he looked at me and instructed me to continue eating. “Your stomach hasn’t been filled for a while. So, you need to adjust your food before your stomach is truly ready to process something else.” He explained.

I just nodded. Somehow, this felt like déjà vu. Have I experienced something like this before?

“You’re a Doctor, but you’re breaking hospital rules.” The woman retorted with a disapproving tone.

“I am a doctor, but as a husband, I prefer to please my wife rather than adhere to work rules.” The man replied again, his voice sending shivers down my spine. Just look at my hands, the fine hairs on my hands stood on end instantly.

But wait. Husband? I saw the handsome man was looking at me. So, he’s my husband? My hands felt weak. Even the spoon I was holding just fell off.