Nash’s pov
I heard a knock on my door and sighed, it was probably Jill checking up on me.
“Come in,” I called out.
The door opened, and Chloe stepped inside carrying a tray she didn't need to carry herself, given the number of staff in this house who would have gladly done it for her. She wore a dress, her sleeves pushed up like she'd come straight from the kitchen without bothering to check her appearance first.
"You should be resting." I shifted upright against the pillows, wincing at the pull of the bandage across my ribs.
"You should be eating." She set the tray down on the small table beside the bed, unbothered by my tone, and pulled the chair closer with a scrape against the floor. "Alma said you barely touched your breakfast."
"I wasn't hungry."
"You will be." She uncovered
