Trial Marriage Husband : I Am CEO’s Plaything

"Good afternoon, can I help you?" A nurse that Lisa called a few minutes ago asked.

"Oh no, I just wanted to ask for additional drinking water," Lisa answered.

The nurse then came out. She returned with the glass filled with water and placed it on the table near the bed.

Lisa nodded with a smile.

"So where were we, Oscar?" Lisa tilted her head towards the golden haired man who was feeding her.

"It doesn't matter," Oscar replied curtly and dryly. "Finish this so you can recover quickly."

Lisa could only enjoy each spoon that the golden haired man gave her. Strangely, even though she could actually eat by herself, the woman did not refuse the man's initiative to feed her. It was as if she was still his wife, and yet she had never been spoiled like this before they got divorced.

She believed that this was a rare moment for her. Lisa wouldn't waste the care and warmth that her ex-husband gave her right now.

"Are you sure you don't want to eat too?" Lisa asked Oscar who was still busy feeding her.

"I can eat later. The important thing now is you have to eat a lot so that you recover quickly!" Oscar kept feeding Lisa until the porridge in the bowl was almost half gone.

When the man looked at Lisa's lips, he saw a stain stuck to it and then wiped it with a tissue.

The soft rub of the tissue on Lisa's lips made her heart flutter. Her feelings were mixed between happy and nervous.

Lisa was flattered by Oscar's treatment today. If only Oscar was this gentle and romantic when she was still his wife.

"Oscar," Lisa softly called. The man cleared his throat in response.

"What are you carrying?"

The man turned his gaze to the plastic bag which he placed in the corner of the room. He was a little surprised. "Your vision has recovered, huh?" Oscar asked curiously.

"No, but I can hear it," Lisa's voice was firm and steady. The woman was still staring straight at the wall in front of her.

"Oh it's just groceries," Oscar replied as he got up from his chair and put down the empty porridge bowl. "I brought you a lot of food so you can get well soon,"

Hearing that, Lisa took a deep breath. "Come on, Oscar. You don't have to spoil me like this! I can take care of myself. After all, this hospital has done its best to treat me!"

Oscar didn't respond. He took something out of a plastic bag and carried it to Lisa's bed. "Come on, eat this apple. I'll help to cut it."

"Oscar, don't bother. I didn't ask for your help. I don't want to be indebted to you," Lisa gently pushed the man's hand.

"But I want to fix our relationship, Lisa. Give me a second chance, at least to make up to all of my faults to you in the past," Oscar replied. His voice sounded miserable as his hand gently touched Lisa's small, cold hand.

"You think fixing all your lecherous attitudes towards me in the past is as easy as turning a palm? Do you know how broken my heart is for everything you've done to me!?" Lisa started to raise her voice, her chest was getting more and more tight, making her whole body tremble.

"But I did my best, Lisa! I take care of all your medical expenses. I said I'd stay with you in the hospital until your vision returned. What did I lack!?"

Lisa was silent for a moment. Her feelings were stirred up from hearing Oscar's words just now.

"I don't want to owe you anything in the future, Oscar. I really can't afford to pay you back! You are not my husband anymore, but why are you giving up your time just to fix our relationship that has long been destroyed? Go back to Clara. She is your true love!"

What Lisa just said made Oscar very uncomfortable. The man swallowed hard, his throat felt like it was being choked.

"Please, we've lost it all since long, Oscar. It's time to accept it. Think of Clara's feelings!" Lisa added, gripping one of Oscar's palms.

"What if I don't want to do it all? What if I want to help you instead?" Oscar asked hastily.

"I told you many times,  I don't need your help!" Lisa tilted her head while crossing her arms.

"But why? Come on, give me a chance to fix our relationship that has been shattered into pieces!"

"Oscar, think about Clara's feelings. You two are together now, you even have a child with her! How would Clara feel if she found out that you are still coming to me?"

"I told you, William is not my biological child with Clara! I'm searching for his true origin!" Oscar's voice began to rise from usual.

"Lie! You liar! William's face is very similar to yours, Oscar! Do you think I'm stupid that I can't see it?" Lisa crossed her arms, grunting exasperatedly. She avoided direct eye contact with Oscar's vague shadow.

"If Rangga was here..."

The words Lisa just said made Oscar furious. He didn't know why an irresponsible man like Rangga was able to get Lisa's attention.

Oscar's pride seemed to crumble from that. He accidentally grabbed Lisa's collar. His face was only a few centimeters away from Lisa's now.

The woman could feel the blonde haired man's breath on her face. It felt so warm, caressing the surface of her sensitive skin.

"Don't mention Rangga's name in front of me or you will suffer the consequences!" Oscar said softly but with a cold tone.

"Are you having a problem with him? Who do you think you're, Oscar!? I am not your wife anymore, so stop thinking that I am still your wife who you can do as you like!"

The man's patience ran out after listening to what Lisa said. He raised his hand and slapped Lisa's cheek out of impulse until she slightly shifted from where she was sitting.

"Oscar! What are you doing, you bastard!" Lisa snapped, stroking her bruised cheek. "How could you slap me!? What do you mean, Oscar!?"

Lisa was shocked. Her heart was beating so fast when the man slapped her for no reason. Tears began to pool in her eyes. When it rolled down her cheek, she lifted her palm and slowly wiped the tears.

"You still have feelings for Rangga and I can feel that. But why?" Oscar asked coldly.

"What do you mean by slapping me like this!? You really are a weird man! A while ago, you acted all sweet and romantic as if I was your lover and now you suddenly slapped me as if I was at fault!" Lisa snapped, her voice quivering while she stroked her sore cheek.

"Answer my question! Do you love Rangga!?"

The atmosphere in the VIP room was suddenly cold and tense. Oscar was still staring at Lisa with an angry gaze.

Lisa's vision was yet to recover, so she was unable to see Oscar's angry face. Still, she could feel the man's aura becoming very frightening and choking her.

"Oscar…. I…"