By the time they arrived at the hospital, darkness had fully set in. Charlotte Thompson yawned, blinking away sleep, and when she turned her head, she met the man’s playful gaze.
She rubbed the corners of her eyes, picked up her stuff, and got out of the car. As if remembering something, she looked back at him with a sly flash in her eyes, "Aren’t you coming upstairs with me?"
Justin Battleson, who couldn’t even bother to get out of the car, paused, looking at Charlotte Thompson with surprise. Then, raising an eyebrow, he thought for a few seconds and replied, "Well, if you want me to come with you, who am I to decline your invitation?"
His expression was teasing, with an ironic half-smile as he made a show of getting out of the car.
Charlotte quickly cut him off, "Never mind, just wait here."
If he truly accompanied her upstairs, who knows what trouble he might cause for Henry Hudson.
Justin crossed his arms and watched as she headed towards the hospital with her things, only sighing softly once she was out of sight, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes.
Outside the ward, Charlotte changed hands to carry the bag, freeing her other hand to knock on the door.
Before she could knock, a few suppressed coughs sounded from inside.
At the noise, Charlotte pushed the door open and entered.
Henry was at the bedside table pouring water, a thin layer of fog on the glass cup. The hand holding the kettle was trembling slightly.
Charlotte quickly set down the items in her hands, rushed forward, and helped Henry put the kettle down. Then she wiped the water that had accidentally splashed onto the bedside table with a tissue.
She cooled the cup by blowing on it a few times, and only handed it over to Henry when it was not too hot to touch.
The man accepted it with a soft laugh, "Thank you."
"It’s nothing." Charlotte helped him sit down, her eyes gleaming, her voice filled with obvious excitement, "How have you been feeling these past few days?"
Henry gave her a warm look, and chuckled, "I’m recovering quickly. I’ve regained my mobility today. It’s hard to imagine how not too long ago, I needed a crutch and wheelchair to go anywhere."
At his words, Charlotte felt a surge of genuine happiness.
Suddenly remembering something, she stood up, opened the bag and took out the still warm food. After carefully opening each box, she handed Henry the chopsticks, saying with a smile, "Henry, I’ve moved today. This meal is specially prepared for the housewarming. Let’s eat before it gets cold."
She set up the foldable table to make it easier for Henry to eat.
As soon as she finished speaking, Henry stared for a few seconds, then a surprised smile appeared in his eyes, "So soon... But it’s good, it saves future trouble."
With that, he set the warm cup on the table, picked up his chopsticks, and started eating.
After swallowing his first bite, his eyes brightened, and facing Charlotte’s expectant gaze he praised, "Charlotte, you’ve indeed made a name for yourself in design, but I never imagined your cooking would be equally remarkable."
Charlotte rubbed her nose shyly after hearing his words, "My culinary skills are barely passable."
She served a bowl of soup in front of Henry and said with a smile, "You must’ve been eating too plainly recently. I consulted with your doctor this morning, and you can now eat whatever you like. Drink more soup to replenish your energy." Find the newest release on noⅴelfire.net
Hudson accepted graciously, finishing his meal with Charlotte’s incessant chattering in the background.