Chapter 11 What a Poor Fish I Am
I pursed my lips and said nothing. I didn’t have to try to know Walter deliberately. Anyone who wasn’t blind could tell.
Walter seemed angry, but he didn’t flare up. He took the soup, took a sip, and looked at me. “It’s too light. I don’t want it.”
I frowned. “The doctor says you can’t eat anything else right now.”
He raised his eyebrows at me and parted his thin lips. “Not even salt?”
I stood up, nodded, tried to be patient, and said, “OK. Give me a second.”
It was already early morning, and the vendors who set up stalls outside the hospital were nowhere to be seen. I looked around the hospital before I found a 24-hour convenience store and bought salt. Worried that he was making things difficult for me, I bought sugar as well.
I spent a lot of time with Rachel shopping during the day, and I walked a lot around the hospital. My shoes were hurting me, and my heels bled. By the time I got to the hospital, I was limping.
Finally, I went back to the ward. Unfortunately, I saw Ashley. I didn’t know how long she had been there. She was holding a half-peeled apple in her hand, and she looked at Walter affectionately and said, “I couldn’t sleep at home. I feel at ease when I come to the hospital to stay with you. Walter, don’t be so impulsive next time. I’m not worth the risk.”
Did they have to be so sappy in the middle of the night?
I looked down at the salt and sugar in my hand and wanted to laugh. What a poor fish I was.
The room was silent for a moment. Then Walter opened his mouth, and he sounded tired. He looked at Ashley while saying, “It’s getting late. I’ll send Roy to take you home. Get some rest.”
“No.” Ashley looked at him, her beautiful eyes affectionate. “I don’t trust you in the hospital alone. I wouldn’t be able to sleep even if I went back, so I might as well stay with you.”
Walter frowned. “I’m not alone. Go back.”
“Who is with you? It’s late. Let me stay, OK?” Ashley pleaded. It seemed that if Walter continued to say no to her, she would cry.
I wanted to leave, yet when I looked inside the ward, I accidentally met Walter’s cold gaze. Obviously, I, the poor fish, was his so-called reason why he wouldn’t be alone.
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