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Valentino’s POV

Luke has been avoidant for the past couple of days since the incident. I've barely left his side, assisting him in any way I can, but he would refuse me every time and would prefer the nurses assist him instead. It was starting to piss me off. He's currently eating his breakfast. I offered to help him eat, but he just snatched the spoon from my hand and ate on his own.

His dominant arm is in a sling, to prevent any movement that might open his stitches. Luke was struggling to keep his other hand steady as he brings it to his mouth. I made the nurses leave earlier much to Luke's dismay so that he'll be forced to get help from me, but that did not work. I sat on a chair beside the bed with my arms crossed in front of my chest. Luke suddenly dropped the spoon, spilling the hot porridge on his lap.

Luke hissed in pain as the food landed on him. I immediately stood up from the chair to help him clean up, but he just pushed me away. I snapped and grabbed his wrist with a ti