“Not my father. My wife.”
Benjamin turned to glance toward the bed and frowned when he saw Arissa rise.
He hung up while he strode in, and Jonathan's inquiry about Arissa's condition went unanswered.
“Why are you sitting up?”
Arissa froze and stared at him. “I want to use the bathroom!”
Having drank too much water, she had to go but did not feel good about interrupting him on a call.
Benjamin's brows relaxed. Scooping her up in his arms, he headed to the bathroom.
“Why didn't you call for me?” he asked her softly. “Don't move on your own. Have you forgotten the doctor's orders?”
Arissa was not embarrassed at his scowl and his reprimand. Instead, she felt pleased.
“I remember, and I will be careful. I noticed you were on the phone earlier, and I couldn't hold it in any longer, so I thought I would go on my own.”
She glanced at Benjamin, who was still shirtless, and pressed herself against him, reveling in his warmth.
Benjamin studied her. “Making excuses, are you?”
Arissa pursed her lips and giggled.
His anger dissipated when he was faced with her enchanting smile.
“Call me if you need to use the bathroom next time, no matter what I'm doing,” Benjamin reiterated bossily.
Arissa nodded. “I will,” she promised with a grin.
With an exasperated gaze at her, Benjamin carried her into the bathroom, waited for her to relieve herself, and brought her back out again.
He placed her gently back in bed and covered her with the quilt at once.
“Are you cold?” Benjamin examined her. The air conditioning in the ward, coupled with the presence of medical supplies, made the ambient temperature of the room colder than it was outside.
Arissa shook her head. “Not at all. It's just right.”
Benjamin smoothed her quilt. “Sleep.”
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