He Waited She Wilted (Ottilie and Yorath) novel Chapter 125

Wearing a surgical mask and a wig, Nyssa was fully disguised.

But Ottilie recognized her immediately. Giving a polite nod, she quickly averted her gaze.

"You're here to see Yorath too, Ms. Sewell? What a coincidence," Nyssa said.

The elevator was packed. Having zero desire to chat with her, Ottilie just nodded in acknowledgment.

But Nyssa clearly wanted a reaction.

"About my dinner with Mrs. Fordham the other night... it really isn't what you think."

"Ms. Tarrant, when you overact, it just looks fake. People can see right through it."

The elevator chimed at the general ward floor, and Ottilie stepped out.

She truly didn't care what Nyssa thought.

Pulling out her phone, she checked the room number Yves had sent and checked the doors one by one.

She finally found it. It was a shared room with three beds.

The other patients had caretakers, but Yves was entirely alone.

Seeing Ottilie walk in, Yves immediately sat up. "Tilly, you made it."

"Yeah. Why are you all by yourself? Does no one take care of you?"

Setting the food carrier on the bedside table, Ottilie reached out and fluffed a pillow behind his back.

"It's just a few scrapes, and I can walk fine," Yves explained. "I didn't want to tell my parents; they'd just worry."

"Then I'll take care of you." Ottilie opened the carrier. "I cooked this myself. It might not be that great."

Yves took a bite. "It's delicious. It tastes like a real home-cooked meal. Have you eaten?"

Ottilie had been in such a rush to see him that she hadn't touched a bite.

"I already ate," she lied.

Yves smiled. He drank half the soup and left the rest in the thermos.

"I can't finish it all. You should have the rest, it's a shame to waste it."

Ottilie ended up drinking the remaining chicken consommé, leaving the two drumsticks untouched at the bottom.

She served one to Yves.

Ottilie walked out into the hallway to take the call, the phone on speaker.

The entire VIP ward heard Yves's conversation through the receiver.

Jevon took a deep breath, dripping with sarcasm. "Wow, you're really something, Ottilie. Yorath goes into the ICU twice for you, and we can't even drag you here to see him. But now you're playing house with some random guy?"

"Yves is hospitalized and doesn't have anyone to look after him," Ottilie replied.

"Oh, so your precious Yves is more important than Yorath now?"

Ottilie nodded.

Realizing they couldn't see her through the phone, she clarified, "He's completely alone. I need to take care of him."

"You've got some nerve. Then do us all a favor and disappear from Yorath's life forever! One minute you're begging for his help, the next you're playing hide-and-seek. You're nothing but a parasite, Ottilie."

Before she could respond, Yorath's voice cut through the line.

"Come here."

His tone was dark, his overbearing presence radiating through the airwaves.