Taming Mr. Cold And Arrogant

Sophia's POV:

"What are you doing?"

I asked in surprise the moment I opened the door and he was about to open the bathroom door. I immediately put the bowl on the table and rushed to his side. 

"Why didn't you wait for me, so I can help you?" I asked glaring at him as I hold his arm. 

"I can walk, sweetheart, don't worry about me." He said grinning at me. 

"Don't worry your face! Where are you going? Let me help you."

But his grin turned into chuckles. 

"Sure, I would appreciate your help, sweetheart." He put his arm around my shoulder and opened the door widely. "Let's go inside."

My eyes widened when I realized what he was going to do, so I stopped and looked at him in shock. 

"Why did you stop? I thought you're going to help me?"

"Where exactly are you going?"

"Inside the bathroom."

"Inside the bathroom?"

"I will pee." I gasped. "And I'm glad to accept your help. I need someone to put down my zipper and hold my---"

"Argh! Daniel Kelley, you're such a pervert!" I can't help but scream and drop his arm when I understand what he was referring to. Hold his.... 

He laughed at me and tried to hold my hand but I took a step backwards. 

"But you were the one who told me who would help me."

"Yes, but I didn't say I'll come with you to the bathroom! Argh!" I stomped my feet away from him. 

"Ohh, how will I put down my zipper if you're not going to help me?"

"Can you hear what you're talking about?" My face turned horrified by his idea. "Jesus Christ, Daniel! You only have a fever but you're not paralyzed!"

I got another throaty laugh from him before he entered the bathroom. 

I waited for almost five minutes until he came to my view. 

I immediately run to him when I noticed that he was walking unstable. 

"Are you okay?" I can't help not to ask as I helped him walked back towards the bed. 

"Yeah, just a little dizzy."

"You need to eat to get your energy back."

I said, getting the bowl from the table, but I frowned when I was about to give it to him. He leaned against the headboard, his eyes were closed and massaging his temples. 

"When was the last time you ate?" that was the first question came out from me as I hold his arm. 

"Yesterday afternoon." He replied still in closed eyes. 

"Yesterday afternoon, do you mean lunch?"

He nodded. 

"What about last night? What did you do and why didn't you eat?"

He sighed and looked at me. 

"Do you want to know what I did last night?" He paused. "I called my stubborn wife, but she said she didn't want to go home so I have no choice but to pick her up from the bar."

I gulped when he smirked at me. 

"She's drunk, so I had to take care of her that I forgot to eat last night."

I suddenly felt guilty for what he said and can't help to ask myself. Am I drunk last night? I know I'm just tired but I'm not drunk. 

"Here's the soup, you should eat this while it's still hot." I avoided his gaze as I put the bed table on his l.a.p and placed the bowl of soup on top of it. 

"Can you feed me?"

I was left open-mouthed with his question. But since I was thinking that I might be the reason why he got sick, I just nodded and took the spoon from him. 

I slowly blew the soup before bringing it closer to his mouth. 

"It's still hot." I said, waiting for him to open his mouth. 

My breath hitched when his lips take the spoon. I felt my stomach churning when he slowly released it and glanced at me. Shivers shook through my spine and I lowered my eyes. Trying to ignore the odd feeling that dancing inside my c.h.e.s.t, I busied myself on feeding him. 

"This tastes good. I don't remember Nanay Emily cooked like this before." He said after finishing the whole bowl. 

"Because it wasn't her who cooked it." I gave him the glass of water. "It's me."

"You were the one who cooked the chicken soup?" I nodded. "You cooked for me?"

I smiled, watching his reaction as if he couldn't believe that I could cook.

"Yeah, I cooked for the sick version of you and not for the jerk you." I said rolling my eyes. 

I thought he would laugh but he just stared at me. 

"Why?"

"Nothing, I just can't believe you could cook."

See? He will say that as I expected. 

"You should take a nap. Andrew called earlier, he said he will visit you later." I collected the bowl from him. 

I was about to stand up when he grabbed my hand. 

"Thank you."

I was left speechless as I didn't expect to hear those words from him. Daniel Kelley is saying thank you? 

"That's all right." I shrugged. "I have to go."

"Are you going to work?"

"No, I have to go to the kitchen to wash this." I said waving the tray. 

"Hmm..." He said nodding. "Can you come back here, after washing it?"

I furrowed my eyebrows. "But what do I do here when I come back?"

"Can you sing for me?"

I blinked repeatedly and stared at him. Did I hear him, right? Is he really asking me to sing for him? 

"Can you play your guitar?"

"Now I believe you're really sick, Daniel Kelley."

He looked at me, puzzled by my words. 

"Because the certain Daniel Kelley I met.." I paused and looked straight at him. "No, Daniel Kelley with whom I married, is a man who doesn't know how to say thank you, sorry, and above all he didn't know how to ask but order."

Maybe he didn't expect to hear those words as he remained quiet and staring at me. 

"Okay, I'll come back after washing this."

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"Sophia, are you okay?"

I sighed before turning to Nanay Emily who's standing behind me at the kitchen counter. 

"You seemed lost in thought, Anak. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay, Nanay Emily." I said, trying to smile. 

"How's your husband?"

"Well, a little better than earlier. His temperature has dropped, but I think his mind seemed to get worse because of the medicine he was taking."

"Huh? What do you mean his mind was getting worse! Why, what happened to him?"

Oops! I bite my lower lip as I realize I said the last part aloud. The concern from her voice was obvious that I don't know how to tell her that it's not what she thinks. 

"That's not what I mean, Nanay. He suddenly asked me to sing and play my guitar. Doesn't his condition seem to be getting worse because he suddenly thought of something like that?"

And because of that, I earned chuckles from her. 

"Don't you like the other side of him? I told you, he's a good man, Anak. He's only serious and arrogant in your first meeting, but once you get to know him, you will understand what I'm saying."

I just shrugged and smiled at her. 

"Thank you, Nanay, I have to go back and think of a song for him." I rolled my eyes, which she just returned with a chuckle. 

Walking back to his room, my mind was occupied by which song I will sing for him. But of course, I can't help but think about his sudden change in the last few days. Surprisingly, I couldn't hear any more insults from him. Hmmm... maybe he was tired of yelling at me, being grumpy every day, or maybe his period was finally over. I shrugged and chuckled as I opened the door. 

I was still in my world when I entered his room and didn't notice the kind of look he was giving at me. 

I walked straight to the walk-in cabinet to pick up my guitar without noticing his gaze behind me.