Chapter 228 Stop Dragging My Heart Around

Three days later, I was at Noah’s house tending to him while he rested in bed. He insisted that he didn’t need me to mother him, but I could tell that he secretly enjoyed all the attention. It felt bittersweet, bringing him such happiness after I had caused him—and Andrew—so much pain. I had just finished making chicken noodle soup for dinner and brought it into Noah’s bedroom on a TV dinner tray. I sat on the bed next to Noah, flicking through the channels on his big screen TV trying to find an acceptable show for both of us. I paused when I saw Andrew’s face.