"Can you stay with me at the hospital?"
"Then I’ll go home with you."
Daisy Ginger pouted, clearly unhappy.
Edward Stephens ignored her, picked her up, and put her back in bed.
The nurse saw she was awake and came over to take Daisy Ginger’s temperature.
Edward leaned against the door with his arms crossed, watched for a while, and went to the vent to light a cigarette.
"Thirty-eight degrees," the nurse glanced at the thermometer, "Still a bit warm, you’ll need to take antipyretics after dinner. We’ll do another blood count tomorrow to see if the white blood cells have come down."
Daisy Ginger’s gaze was fixed on Edward Stephens, worried he’d really leave her alone at the hospital. When she saw his figure disappear at the door, she didn’t dare tell him not to leave, feeling a bit desolate, she muttered, "Got it."
When she came out, she hadn’t brought her phone, and didn’t know how the company was doing.
Daisy Ginger lay in bed, and sighed deeply with melancholy.
A half hour later, Edward Stephens appeared at the door carrying a takeout box.
Seeing him, Daisy Ginger exclaimed in surprise, "Edward!"
Edward smelled of tobacco, and upon hearing her, lazily glanced at her, spoke up, "Stop being so startled."
"I thought you’d left."
"I’ll leave after dinner."
"..." Sure enough, he’s still going to leave.
Even when she’s sick he won’t stay with her, really stingy.
She obviously had an unpleasant aura about her, but Edward Stephens acted as if he didn’t see it, taking out the seafood porridge she wanted. He’d also ordered some appetizing small dishes for her.
Daisy Ginger held the porridge and, looking at the small dishes, happily said, "Edward, how did you know I like to eat jellyfish?"
Edward shot her a glance, and said indifferently, "Randomly picked."
Despite his words, it was enough to make Daisy Ginger happy for a long time.
Edward saw her swing between gloom and joy and couldn’t help but wonder, has the fever gotten to her?
After accompanying Daisy Ginger for dinner, Edward called someone in to tidy up the takeout boxes.
He picked up the coat from the sofa back, draped it over his arm, and said to Daisy Ginger, "I’m leaving."
Daisy Ginger sat on the bed, holding a pillow, pouted, and didn’t utter a word, not even glancing at him.
He shot her a glance, not in the mood to console her, put on his coat, and left.
Watching Edward Stephens leave, Daisy Ginger felt even more dejected.
Stubborn man, he really left her alone!
Edward Stephens did so much for her today, so throwing a tantrum was not an option. Feeling pent-up and deflated, Daisy Ginger lay on the bed hugging her pillow, stewing in her own annoyance.
A while later, someone lightly knocked on the door.
Daisy Ginger instinctively sat up, and called towards the door, "Edward!"
"Miss Ginger, it’s me." It was the nurse’s voice.
Daisy Ginger’s mood immediately sank, "Oh...What is it?"
"Mr. Stephens asked me to give this to you."
The nurse smiled as she entered, holding something.
Daisy Ginger glanced over and saw it was a cup of milk tea.
"Edward says you can drink it now."
"Oh..." Daisy Ginger took it, glanced at the steaming milk tea in her hand, and pouted.
Darn Edward Stephens, treating her like a child.
Edward Stephens, someone suggested in the comments that the domineering CEO shouldn’t always roll his eyes.
Expressionless Edward Stephens: rolls eyes.