The nurse was taken aback and quickly handed the bowl to Grace Yakov, who then took it and let the butler help her sit on the bed, right in front of Eddy Sherman.
She picked up the soup spoon, gently stirred the chicken soup in the bowl, then scooped up a spoonful, blew on it to cool it down, and brought it to Eddy's lips.
Although in her middle years, Grace's eyes still held the stubbornness of her youth, but time had lent her a touch of gentle grace, leaving her with an additional air of enchanting charm.
Eddy looked at her, his eyes filled with complexity.
But as he met her gaze and remembered the familiar taste that just melted on his taste buds, his mind wavered slightly, and he instinctively opened his mouth and drank the chicken soup she fed him.
After the first sip, everything that followed seemed much more natural.
Grace was not in a hurry, she patiently blew on each spoonful to cool it down before feeding him the soup.
