Clara instinctively looked up, only to find herself face-to-face with someone she hadn't expected.
"Mr. Chase?" Clara frowned, instinctively becoming more guarded. "What are you doing here?"
Holding a bouquet of fresh white roses in his left arm and a fruit basket in his right hand, Ryan walked toward her. He set the items on the table, then turned his gaze to Clara, his eyes scanning her with an unsettling intensity.
His stare made Clara feel strangely uneasy.
She was about to speak when Ryan spoke first, breaking the tension.
He said, "I was in the city the past few days. I only found out about your accident today and thought I'd come by to check on you. How are you feeling? Do you think you need to go to the City Hospital for another checkup?
Thinking she might have misjudged the situation, Clara realized that since they were colleagues, it would be awkward to ignore him completely.
She responded politely but distantly, "I'm fine now, and I'll be discharged tomorrow. I'm sorry for troubling you to come all this way, Mr. Chase."
Ryan could easily tell Clara was deliberately keeping her distance.
The more she pushed him away, the more determined he became to win her over. He was determined to see if she was pretending to be aloof or if she genuinely wasn't interested in him. He refused to believe Clara couldn't tell he had feelings for her.
Suppressing the hint of irritation inside, Ryan smiled with a concerned expression. "The medical conditions in this town are poor. I'm still worried about you.
"If you're worried about asking for leave since you just arrived, I can talk to Mr. Shaw for you. Besides, you don't look good," he said.
He reached out as he spoke, intending to touch Clara's forehead. "Are you still running a fever?"
Clara, who had been sitting on the edge of the bed, hadn't expected Ryan to get so close and make such a bold move. Reflexively, she raised her hand and pushed his hand away, quickly standing up.
"What are you doing?" she asked as she frowned.
Ryan stared at the back of his hand for a couple of seconds, reddened from her push. A brief flicker of something cold passed through his eyes, but he quickly hid it.
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