A fashion queen

Mo Yunting looked at the woman in front of him, her brow furrowed and her face filled with sorrow, and a ripple of emotion crept into his heart. It was as if an invisible thread was tightly connecting him to a corner of his heart.

Yes, emotionally and logically, he must shoulder this responsibility until he regains his lost memories.

"Don't worry, I'll take responsibility to the end." Mo Yunting thought to himself. Since it had already happened, he might as well let it run its course. At this moment, his only wish was for her to recover quickly and, ideally, regain her memories of the past.

Mo Yunting's expression gradually relaxed, and his eyes turned to the food placed beside the bed. He reached out, gently grasped the chopsticks, picked up a mouthful of food and brought it to the woman's mouth.

"Come on, open your mouth." His tone was firm and serious, as if he was talking to an innocent child.

Faced with this sudden action, the woman's face flushed with shame, and her lips pursed tightly. Although she felt a little uncomfortable, she still politely responded, "Uh... I can eat by myself, thank you."

After all, there are differences between men and women, and they are not familiar with each other. It is really embarrassing for her to be fed by a strange man.

However, Mo Yunting didn't care. He gently advised, "Your body hasn't recovered yet, so you shouldn't move too much."

She was fully capable of feeding herself, but he insisted on feeding her himself, which made her so upset and flustered that she didn't know what to do and didn't even dare to open her mouth.

"How can you be healthy if you don't eat?" he said gently but firmly.

"I...can I ask you to hire a female nurse to take care of me? After all, it's really inconvenient for a grown man like you to feed me." She responded softly with a little timidity.

However, at this moment, Mo Yunting took the opportunity to put a spoonful of food into her mouth and forced her to swallow it.

"I will do as you ask. It will take some time to hire a caregiver. So during this period, please be patient and cooperate with me." His tone was gentle but also carried a hint of unquestionableness.

As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up another piece of food with his chopsticks and gestured for her to open her mouth. This time, she didn't hesitate and obediently opened her mouth to accept the food. However, with each bite she swallowed, the blush on her cheeks became more and more vivid, like carefully applied makeup.

Mo Yunting hadn't intended to create such an ambiguous atmosphere. Originally, he had planned to hire a caregiver for her. Unfortunately, his assistant resigned due to pregnancy, leaving him struggling to balance his work and personal affairs.

As a result, he had no spare time to find a dedicated caregiver. He felt more at ease knowing he could use this rare free time to care for her himself. After all, he'd noticed she ate very little at each meal, barely a bite at all. That's why he was determined to feed her himself and make sure she got enough.

This kind of treatment is something other women dream of but find difficult to obtain. She should feel deeply honored for it. Why would she act as if she was forced to accept it?

He had already made exceptions for her many times. If word got out, it would surely shock everyone, who would exclaim in amazement at how unbelievable it was. A director of his international renown, willing to lower himself to serve a woman!

Honestly, even he couldn't explain why. Was it simply a desire to take responsibility? Perhaps even he wasn't sure.

In his eyes, she was undoubtedly a woman with a strong heart. Faced with the current predicament, she did not complain or cry out loud, but silently endured it all alone. Perhaps it was because of this that he looked at her differently.