The Kiss that Sparked it All novel Chapter 1564

Adrian clung to his mother's hand tightly. "No! Mommy, I want to be with you!"

Ellinor hadn't seen her son for several days, and despite her anger at his reckless wandering alone, her heart was still filled with concern for him. She gently cupped his small face, asking softly, "Have you had lunch?"

Adrian nodded. "Yes, I have."

Ellinor paused for a moment before asking, "And... him?"

Adrian tilted his head. "Mommy, are you asking if handsome Dad had his meal?"

Ellinor grunted, feeling slightly annoyed.

"Handsome Dad had his meal too. We ate together when Sophia was still here."

After Ellinor responded with an uninterested hum, she scanned the room.

"Mommy, let's go! Let's see how handsome Dad's rehabilitation is going." Adrian took Ellinor's hand and headed towards the bedroom.

Ellinor followed her son for a few steps, raising an eyebrow in disdain. She had just come out of that room.

When Adrian pushed the door open, he saw a tall figure on the balcony, struggling to practice walking and sweating profusely.

His leg seemed to have severe muscle atrophy. The likelihood of him being able to stand and walk on his own again seemed low.

But he seemed determined to not give up.

Adrian felt sorry for the man, loudly asking, "Handsome Dad! Do you want some water? I can get it for you!"

Marcus looked at them with his lips pressed tight with exertion. "No, I'm not thirsty."

Ellinor looked annoyed. "Not drinking? How long do you expect me to hold this for you?"

Marcus frowned slightly. Seeming embarrassed, he opened his mouth, allowing her to feed him a few sips.

Ellinor took back the bottle, not rushing to screw the cap back on. She took a sip herself before leisurely screwing the cap back on.

Marcus watched her natural actions as his eyes narrowed, but in the end, he said nothing and continued to maximize his practice time.

Ellinor moved Adrian to a wicker chair on the side, making him sit quietly and watch, occasionally checking her phone but not disturbing Marcus.

Half an hour later, Marcus was drenched in sweat but seemed to be standing more steadily than before.

Feeling that it was time, he wanted to return to his wheelchair and sit down for a bit.