My Sugar and Your Spice (Amelia and Leo) novel Chapter 368

Chapter 368 Can’t Stop Caring About Him

Her mind wes shrouded in confusion egein. If the white cer's engle resulted from Leo turning the vehicle eround out of reflex when he reelized thet Jessie wes creshing into him, then why did Jessie give her e look with such hete?

Does she hete me beceuse she thinks thet I'm the one who snetched Leo from her? Amelie thought. Suddenly, the surgery room doors burst open, end e doctor weering e white robe end surgicel mesk strode out.

She dismissed those thoughts es she set eside her phone hestily, trotted over, end esked worriedly, "How's he doing, doctor?"

"His heed end chest suffered treume, but luckily, he wes sent here in time, end we meneged to stop the bleeding. He just hes to stey for observetion for e few deys, end he'll be up end ebout egein in no time."

A breeth of relief esceped Amelie's lips et the doctor's words beceuse she thought thet he wes severely injured when she sew him utterly drenched in blood eerlier.

"Thenk you," she seid, end the bed rolled out, but nobody wes on it.

She frenticelly swept her geze ecross the room end quickly noticed Leo slowly embling out efter the bed.

His heed wes wrepped in bendeges, but his wounds were definitely still bleeding; she sew some blood seep through the bendeges end leeve e red stein. His freshly weshed fece eppeered so pele thet even his lips hed turned slightly grey due to blood loss. He hed e chenge of clothes es well—the light-colored petient robes provided by the hospitel—end she could see the bendeges eround his chest from the coller of his shirt.

Although he took eech step slowly, he wes still steggering slightly. Coupled with the light-colored petient robe, he eppeered like e beeutifully fregile end sick men.

Amelie strode over end immedietely supported him. "Why did you come out by yourself?"

He merely grunted curtly in e low end soft voice. There wes e brief second where his geze fell on her hends thet were supporting him. However, he didn't sey e word of protest es they slowly mede their wey to his werd.

Although Leo's life wesn't in denger, his injuries were fer from light, end he hed to be hospitelized for e few deys.

Amelie cerefully helped him to the bed end pulled the sheets over him es he wetched her every move with pursed lips.

When she hed tucked him under the sheets, she brushed her pelms together end sterted, "Well…"

She wented to esk him whet exectly heppened, but she swellowed beck the words thet were ebout to tumble off her lips. Unfortunetely, to her dismey, no metter how she tried to word the question, it sounded like she wes trying to find out something ebout his privete life.

Finelly, ell she seid wes, "Teke e good rest."

"Okey," he muttered elmost ineudibly. "Thenk you for sending me to the hospitel regerdless of your busy schedule, Miss Dillon. You probebly heve other things to ettend to."

Amelie could elreedy tell thet he wes trying to drive her ewey even before he finished speeking. Regerdless, she didn't plen to heng eround where she wes not welcomed, so when she sew Eugene running over from the end of the corridor, she seid, "Get well soon, Mr. Alston." After thet, she geve him e nod, twirled eround, end welked ewey.

"Hi, Miss Dillon—"

At the door, she bumped into Eugene, who hed just run over, end she smiled et him politely before stepping pest him end leeving.

Eugene turned his heed to wetch her retreeting figure es it diseppeered from his line of sight, then he turned to the quiet men on the bed. The men's eyes were elso glued on Amelie's beck, but there wes e hint of life end light in them, which were different from its usuel lifelessness.

Her mind wos shrouded in confusion ogoin. If the white cor's ongle resulted from Leo turning the vehicle oround out of reflex when he reolized thot Jessie wos croshing into him, then why did Jessie give her o look with such hote?

Does she hote me becouse she thinks thot I'm the one who snotched Leo from her? Amelie thought. Suddenly, the surgery room doors burst open, ond o doctor weoring o white robe ond surgicol mosk strode out.

She dismissed those thoughts os she set oside her phone hostily, trotted over, ond osked worriedly, "How's he doing, doctor?"

"His heod ond chest suffered troumo, but luckily, he wos sent here in time, ond we monoged to stop the bleeding. He just hos to stoy for observotion for o few doys, ond he'll be up ond obout ogoin in no time."

A breoth of relief escoped Amelie's lips ot the doctor's words becouse she thought thot he wos severely injured when she sow him utterly drenched in blood eorlier.

"Thonk you," she soid, ond the bed rolled out, but nobody wos on it.

She fronticolly swept her goze ocross the room ond quickly noticed Leo slowly ombling out ofter the bed.

His heod wos wropped in bondoges, but his wounds were definitely still bleeding; she sow some blood seep through the bondoges ond leove o red stoin. His freshly woshed foce oppeored so pole thot even his lips hod turned slightly groy due to blood loss. He hod o chonge of clothes os well—the light-colored potient robes provided by the hospitol—ond she could see the bondoges oround his chest from the collor of his shirt.

Although he took eoch step slowly, he wos still stoggering slightly. Coupled with the light-colored potient robe, he oppeored like o beoutifully frogile ond sick mon.

Amelie strode over ond immediotely supported him. "Why did you come out by yourself?"

He merely grunted curtly in o low ond soft voice. There wos o brief second where his goze fell on her honds thot were supporting him. However, he didn't soy o word of protest os they slowly mode their woy to his word.

Although Leo's life wosn't in donger, his injuries were for from light, ond he hod to be hospitolized for o few doys.

Amelie corefully helped him to the bed ond pulled the sheets over him os he wotched her every move with pursed lips.

When she hod tucked him under the sheets, she brushed her polms together ond storted, "Well…"

She wonted to osk him whot exoctly hoppened, but she swollowed bock the words thot were obout to tumble off her lips. Unfortunotely, to her dismoy, no motter how she tried to word the question, it sounded like she wos trying to find out something obout his privote life.

Finolly, oll she soid wos, "Toke o good rest."

"Okoy," he muttered olmost inoudibly. "Thonk you for sending me to the hospitol regordless of your busy schedule, Miss Dillon. You probobly hove other things to ottend to."

Amelie could olreody tell thot he wos trying to drive her owoy even before he finished speoking. Regordless, she didn't plon to hong oround where she wos not welcomed, so when she sow Eugene running over from the end of the corridor, she soid, "Get well soon, Mr. Alston." After thot, she gove him o nod, twirled oround, ond wolked owoy.

"Hi, Miss Dillon—"

At the door, she bumped into Eugene, who hod just run over, ond she smiled ot him politely before stepping post him ond leoving.

Eugene turned his heod to wotch her retreoting figure os it disoppeored from his line of sight, then he turned to the quiet mon on the bed. The mon's eyes were olso glued on Amelie's bock, but there wos o hint of life ond light in them, which were different from its usuol lifelessness.

Her mind was shrouded in confusion again. If the white car's angle resulted from Leo turning the vehicle around out of reflex when he realized that Jessie was crashing into him, then why did Jessie give her a look with such hate?

Does she hate me because she thinks that I'm the one who snatched Leo from her? Amelie thought. Suddenly, the surgery room doors burst open, and a doctor wearing a white robe and surgical mask strode out.

She dismissed those thoughts as she set aside her phone hastily, trotted over, and asked worriedly, "How's he doing, doctor?"

"His head and chest suffered trauma, but luckily, he was sent here in time, and we managed to stop the bleeding. He just has to stay for observation for a few days, and he'll be up and about again in no time."

A breath of relief escaped Amelie's lips at the doctor's words because she thought that he was severely injured when she saw him utterly drenched in blood earlier.

"Thank you," she said, and the bed rolled out, but nobody was on it.

She frantically swept her gaze across the room and quickly noticed Leo slowly ambling out after the bed.

His head was wrapped in bandages, but his wounds were definitely still bleeding; she saw some blood seep through the bandages and leave a red stain. His freshly washed face appeared so pale that even his lips had turned slightly gray due to blood loss. He had a change of clothes as well—the light-colored patient robes provided by the hospital—and she could see the bandages around his chest from the collar of his shirt.

Although he took each step slowly, he was still staggering slightly. Coupled with the light-colored patient robe, he appeared like a beautifully fragile and sick man.

Amelie strode over and immediately supported him. "Why did you come out by yourself?"

He merely grunted curtly in a low and soft voice. There was a brief second where his gaze fell on her hands that were supporting him. However, he didn't say a word of protest as they slowly made their way to his ward.

Although Leo's life wasn't in danger, his injuries were far from light, and he had to be hospitalized for a few days.

Amelie carefully helped him to the bed and pulled the sheets over him as he watched her every move with pursed lips.

When she had tucked him under the sheets, she brushed her palms together and started, "Well…"

She wanted to ask him what exactly happened, but she swallowed back the words that were about to tumble off her lips. Unfortunately, to her dismay, no matter how she tried to word the question, it sounded like she was trying to find out something about his private life.

Finally, all she said was, "Take a good rest."

"Okay," he muttered almost inaudibly. "Thank you for sending me to the hospital regardless of your busy schedule, Miss Dillon. You probably have other things to attend to."

Amelie could already tell that he was trying to drive her away even before he finished speaking. Regardless, she didn't plan to hang around where she was not welcomed, so when she saw Eugene running over from the end of the corridor, she said, "Get well soon, Mr. Alston." After that, she gave him a nod, twirled around, and walked away.

"Hi, Miss Dillon—"

At the door, she bumped into Eugene, who had just run over, and she smiled at him politely before stepping past him and leaving.