Chapter 389 You're My Wife—If I Don't Take Care of You, Who Will?

• Lucille sat beside Flint, holding her bowl of food. Since her right arm was injured, she'd been eating with her left hand for the past few days. But compared to her right hand, her left was far from skilled at this.
• Flint noticed how she was using her fork with her left hand—while she could still manage to pick up food, it was clearly a struggle.
• "Want me to feed you?"