Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 95

In the hospital room, Maxwell was propped up in bed on the phone. Hearing a noise, he looked up and his gaze quickly swept over Rosemary, his brows suddenly furrowing, "Archer called you?"

Rosemary rolled her eyes in exasperation, "He said you were kicking the bucket and wanted me to come sign a DNR so we could get you cremated."

She walked in and sat down on the stool next to his bed. She had asked the doctor on her way through and learned that his stomach spasms were caused by drinking on an empty stomach. Once they subsided, he'd be good to go.

Maxwell tossed his now silent phone onto the nightstand, "I'm starving."

Rosemary stared at him for a few seconds, and then resignedly whipped out her phone to order takeout. She just wanted to get this lord and master fed ASAP so they could both go their separate ways. She did not want Archer calling her back after she got home.

She still had some pride left.

Maxwell's gaze fell on her, his tone indifferent, "By the time the delivery gets here, I might be back in the ER for another round of resuscitation. Is this really how you take care of the sick?"

The medicine had eased the feeling in his stomach, like two hands tearing at him, but it hadn't completely gone away. It still throbbed now and then.

Rosemary glared at him fiercely before standing up abruptly and heading for the door without a word.

Maxwell frowned, "Wait, where are you off to?"

"Buying dog food." She bit out spitefully, her voice heavy with resentment, "Gotta feed the dog."

Behind her, it seemed like the man chuckled, but Rosemary was already out the door and didn't catch it clearly.

Following Archer's instructions, she went downstairs and bought a bowl of lean meat porridge without green onions, handing it over and urging, "Eat up and then head back."

Maxwell on the bed didn't react, looking like he had fallen asleep. His back was to her, so Rosemary couldn't see his face. After hesitating for a few seconds, she leaned in to check.

Brows furrowed tight, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his lips and complexion were pale with a hint of blue.

He wasn't asleep; he was in severe pain! Rosemary hesitated for a few seconds, her voice tense and unintentionally anxious, "Maxwell, is your stomach hurting again? I'll call the doctor."

There was a call button for the doctor's office right above the bed, which she pressed, and the doctor arrived quickly.

After the check-up, he pressed down on a spot just above the kneecap on the outer front side of Maxwell's thigh, three fingers' breadth from the bone, and told Rosemary, "Massage this acupoint, it can help relieve stomach pain. He just had his meds, so it's not good for him to take more right now. You could press here or rub his stomach to help ease the pain a bit."

So now she had to play masseuse after getting him food?

The doctor saw her unmoved and apparently indifferent, his voice even sterner, "Are you his family? The patient is in agony, and you're just standing there watching?"