The touch was soft and warm, making them tremble as if electrified, then they bounced away immediately.
“Sorry!” They spoke at the same time.
“It’s not your fault.” Doris said with a blush and eyes down, “I got too close to you.”
“… It’s fine.” Waylon said, “Kids are cute.”
“Yeah.” Doris brushed the hair behind her ear. She said with an uneasy look, “Sorry to make you worry/”
Waylon didn’t answer her. Instead, he said, “Observe one night, then she should be fine.”
“Then…” Doris glanced at him, “Are you going back now?”
“I’m planning to.” Waylon dodged her eyes, saying, “But her recovery has to take a few hours. I’m afraid her body temperature will rise again. Can you handle it?”
“…” Dorish thought. Of course, I can’t handle it. I don’t know the pediatric message.
“Let’s do this.” Waylon said, “If Nessa is stable at midnight, I will go back.”
“Thank you,” Doris said. She was relieved that Waylon was willing to stay.
Nothing is more important than the safety of my child.
“Don’t mention it. Kid’s safety is important. Besides, I have nothing else to do.” Waylon said.
“Why don’t I cook you some supper? I don’t see you eating much in the hotel just now” Doris got up from the sofa.
“Okay.” Waylon nodded and said, “Something simple will do, like tomato egg noodles.
“Okay.” Doris said, “I’ll have a bowl too. Right, Mrs. Flores too.”
Mrs. Flores heard it from far away, so she probed her head out of the corridor and said, “Ill pass. I’m too old to eat supper.”
Doris went to the kitchen to make tomato egg noodles, and Walson sat on the sofa with Nessa in his embrace.
Seeing that Nessa had fallen into deep sleep, he went to the kid’s room and put her into the small bed.
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