Xander’s status said he was typing for a long time. Mnie felt a headacheing on as she watched the jumping dots. She threw back the covers and prepared to get out of bed so she could wash up in the bathroom.


    However, before her feet touched the ground, Eugene spoke up. “Do you want to take a shower or wash up?”


    Mnie’s face was expressionless. “What does that have to do with you?”


    Eugene’s expression was equally cold. “The doctor said that you shouldn’t get out of bed today. It’s best if you don’t take a shower either. I can help you wash up slightly.”


    Mnie paused. If she could not get out of bed, who else could she turn to for help?


    There was no one else but Eugene.


    Mnie lowered her eyes and thought for a moment. She decisively took her phone and looked up same–day deliveries. Within minutes, she had ced an order for some simple toiletries without saying a word to Eugene.


    Xander’s reply came just in time. It was a simple one–liner, telling Mnie to take care of herself.


    That was all.


    The good thing about private hospitals was that they did not smell like disinfectant. Mnie had- always been sensitive to the smell since she fell pregnant, so she felt quitefortable tonight. Shey down to sleep after briefly cleaning herself up and did not pay attention to whatever else Eugene


    was doing.


    He could stay if he wanted to. She could not stop him anyway.


    Halfway through the night, it started raining again. The room was very cold when the wind blew in. Mnie struggled to get up and close the window, but before she did, she felt the cold wind die away. Her furrowed brow slowly rxed, and she drifted back to sleep.


    The lights in the ward went off. The only illumination left came from a screen in the corner of the


    room.


    Eugene sat behind theputer. His eyes were fixed on the screen, looking at the files that he had not gone through earlier in the day.


    When Mnie woke up the next morning, Eugene was no longer in the ward. He was a man of his word. As expected, he had left early in the morning.


    Mnie looked at her phone. It was not even seven yet.


    She sat up and got out of bed to use the bathroom.


    Last night, because Eugene was around, she did not go to the bathroom the entire night.


    When she returned, she was about to order another takeout for breakfast when Lee came into <b>the </b>


    room with some takeaway, “Mr. Scott had ast–minute video conference this morning and returned to his hotel. This is the breakfast he asked me to prepare for you.”


    Mnie looked at the food. “Please tell him there’s no need to go to all this trouble.”


    Lee smiled, put down her breakfast, and left.


    Mnie was slowly digging through breakfast when she got a call from Xander. As soon as she answered, he said, “Send me the hospital address, I’ming over now.”


    Mnie asked, “Aren’t you only to get here by noon?”


    “I was a little worried about you, so I came early,” Xander said calmly.


    Two hourster, Nander arrived at the hospital. He did not look travel–worn from the red–eye flight. Instead, he looked clean and refreshed.


    “I was afraid toe see you while I was dirty and sweaty in case you caught something, so I went to the hotel to shower first,” he exined in a low voice before asking Mnie, “How are you feeling? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?”


    Mnie met Xander’s burning gaze and her heart skipped a beat. She inadvertently lowered her eyes to avoid his gaze.


    She coughed lightly and was about to speak when she heard Lee’s voice from the door of the ward. ” Mr. Scott, should we tell Mnie about this?”