When Noreen returned, it was already past dinnertime.
The caregiver told her that Seth hadn''t eaten anything all day.
Anxious, she had rushed back without even eating her own dinner.
The moment she walked into the hospital room, Noreen saw Seth lying in bed.
Though his eyes were closed, his expression was ice-cold.
She couldn''t tell if he was actually asleep or just faking it.
Frustrated, Noreen frowned and asked coldly, "What is wrong with you? Why aren''t you eating?"
The man in the bed didn''t move an inch.
Noreen rubbed her temples,pletely at a loss as to why he was throwing a tantrum this time.
Recovering from physical trauma required proper nutrition. If he refused to eat, how was he supposed to heal?
"Say something. I know you''re not asleep," Noreen scolded him in a frustrated, low voice.
The man finally opened his eyes, casting a dark, gloomy gaze.
His voice sounded as if it had been dunked in a bucket of ice. "You don''t need to worry about me."
Noreen was exasperated. "Do you think I want to?"
"If you hadn''t gotten hurt because of me, I wouldn''t even be here!"
The atmosphere in the room instantly grew tense and frigid.
Noreen realized she had been a bit too harsh.
After all, Seth was a patient.
What if the stress was too much for him...
Just as she was trying to figure out how to break the awkward silence, her stomach embarrassingly growled.
The previously dead-silent man suddenly spoke up. "I''m hungry. I want some chicken noodle soup."
Noreen was utterly speechless.
She was still mad at him...
Whatever, eating came first.
Noreen pulled out her phone and familiarly opened the delivery app to order from their usual soup ce.
It was only after she ced the order that she remembered—this was her favorite.
In the past, Seth wasn''t really a fan of noodles.
She shot him a suspicious look.
The man lowered his gaze again, masking his emotions. His expression waspletely nk.
The awkward tension lingered until the delivery arrived.
Noreen had ordered two portions; naturally, one was for Seth.
She opened the lid, grabbed a napkin with practiced ease, and used her spoon to pick out the mincedtro.
It was still one of his bad habits. He liked the vor oftro, but hated the texture of the actual leaves.
The man''s previously cold and rigid expression softened a bit when he saw what she was doing.
He picked up his own spoon and said, "I can do it myself. You eat first. Weren''t you starving?"
Only then did Noreen realize what she was doing...
It was probably a bad habit ingrained in her from how demanding he used to be!
Annoyed with herself, she dug into her own soup, refusing to look at him again.
But Seth''s mood had clearly
bet
improved. After picking out the rest
Cntro, he took us time
ng his meal.
The earlier hostility seemed to dissipate into the savory aroma of the food.
During the doctor''s evening rounds, Noreen asked about Seth''s recovery.
The doctor was straightforward. "We can take the stitches out the day after tomorrow, and he''ll be ready for discharge fle''s young and in good shape, so he''s bouncing back well. However, the wound on his arm has been tearing repeatedly, so he''ll need to rest and take good care of it once he''s home."
At the mention of the wound on his arm, Noreen couldn''t help but feel a flush of embarrassment.
"I understand. Thank you, Doctor."
After the doctor left, Noreen sent Sophia Cole a voice message, asking her to book a return flight for Friday.
Her original n had been to head back to Rivercrest City as soon as thewsuit was over.
She hadn''t expected the ident with Brianna crashing into her.
To take care of Seth, she had pushed her flight back by two days. Doing the math, thatnded exactly on Friday.
Seth caught the implication in her words, his gaze dropping to the wound on his
arm.
Five days.
It was too short.
He
quickly. In
in
bear for it to end so
the past, he had thought
that just watching her from afar would be enough.