Kathleen sat down to have her meal.
Charles stared at her. “Are you planning to visit Samuel?”
“Mm.” She nodded.
He did not know what to say anymore, nor did Kathleen wish to explain.
After finishing her dinner, she collected the prepared oatmeal and drove to the hospital.
Kathleen gently knocked on the door upon arriving at the ward’s entrance, but there was no sound inside the room.
She lightly pushed the door open, entered the room, and saw the table lamp lit inside the ward.
When she walked over, she noticed Samuel sleeping soundly on the bed, his complexion pallid and lips slightly chapped.
He wore a blue and white striped hospital gown, which was unbuttoned from the collar to his chest, revealing his muscular torso.
The man appeared to be experiencing slightly labored breathing. His forehead, neck, and chest were covered in a thin layer of sweat.
Kathleen came to an abrupt halt.
“Water.” His voice sounded hoarse.
She immediately poured him a glass of water. “Here’s your water, Samuel.”
Samuel gradually opened his eyes and regarded her with bleary eyes. “Katie?”
“Here, drink this.” She helped him sit up on the bed.
He sat up, received the glass of water from her, and gulped the content.
Kathleen placed a pillow behind his back so that he would feel more comfortable leaning against the headboard.
Then, she took the glass and put it on the bedside table. “I saw Tyson on my way back. He told me you have a fever.”
Samuel looked up. His hazy eyes instantaneously became focused. “I told him not to say anything.”
“Why is your body so frail?” She frowned.
The man paused and subconsciously pulled his hospital gown closer.
Kathleen was perplexed.
What is that supposed to mean?
“Don’t tell me you think I’m taking advantage of you?” she asked awkwardly. “This is not the first time I’ve seen your body anyway. I’ve already lost interest in it.”
Samuel’s dark eyes gleamed. “I’m being reserved. Do you have a problem with that?”
She was at a loss for words.
He buttoned his clothes and added nonchalantly, “Thank you for visiting me.”
“I brought you some oatmeal.”
“Mm.” He nodded. “I’ll eat it later. I don’t have the energy to do that at the moment.”
He turned his head sideways to look intently at her. “Unless you feed me.”
“Why should I feed you? Aren’t you being reserved, Mr. Macari? I think it’s best I keep a safe distance from you.”
Samuel, handsome as he was, regarded her with a sensual gaze and uttered in a husky voice, “It’s not impossible if you wish to see my body. I’ll allow you to do it if you feed me.”
Kathleen was rendered speechless.
His mood lightened up at the sight of the young lady’s resigned and embarrassed reaction.
“I’ll get going now.” She stood up and was about to leave when he suddenly grasped her wrist.
Kathleen noticed Samuel was indeed weak when he grabbed her, unlike his usual energetic and vigorous self.
Displeasure filled her fair and delicate face when she turned her head around. “What do you want?”
“I’m really hungry; I haven’t eaten anything in a day,” he said feebly.
She pursed her red lips. “Why didn’t you ask Tyson to feed you?”
“Don’t you think it’s weird for a man to feed another guy?” Samuel retorted unhappily.
Kathleen sat back down. “Tyson isn’t bad-looking either. The two of you standing together is quite a captivating sight.”
“I’m afraid I do not share that sentiment.”
The woman poured the oatmeal into a bowl and placed it in front of him.
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