<b>Chapter </b><b>946 </b>
After exchanging contacts, they went their respective ways. Minerva went to see a doctor, and Skr collected Joe’s prescription. She returned to Joe’s room with the medicine.
She’d never seen Joe get sick to the point where he needed medication. This time, he needed to take pills because of his wounds. Initially, she’d thought she only needed to prepare water for him. Yet, Joe stared at the medicine in her hand with disdain.
“My immune system is great. I don’t need that.”
Skr thought she’d misheard. She stared at him thoughtfully. “You’re not scared of taking pills, are you?”
She’d taken a look. There were a few capsules and some sugar–coated pills. Swallowing them shouldn’t be a problem, and they wouldn’t be as unpleasant as traditional medicine.
Joe’s expression froze on his face as though Skr had seen through him.
Skrughed internally. Joe had the temper of a little kid sometimes. She said, “I’ve counted a total of four capsules and two pills. You can swallow them in a few gulps. You won’t feel anything in your throat. Coincidentally, I’ve got two jellybeans with me. Why don’t you try one after you’re done with the medicine?”
Joe shot a re at Skr.
Did she think he couldn’t tell she was treating him like a child?
“Jellybeans?”
“Yeah. I don’t know whether you’ve had them before.”
Skr liked having candy from time to time. It was probably a habit left from her childhood. Charles and Steven pampered her. Whenever they bought snacks with their pocket money, they’d buy a few sweets for her.
She adored jellybeans especially. They were never sickeningly sweat.
When Skr took the jellybeans out, Joe looked away.
How difficult to appease. However, he was <b>a </b>patient.
Skr asked patiently, “What would you like for lunch? I <b>could </b>cook. <b>Or </b>should <b>I </b><b>ask </b>the workers <b>from </b><b>Pearlhall </b>Residence to send them <b>over</b>?<b>” </b>
<b>An </b><b>idea </b>popped <b>up </b><b>in </b>Joe’s head. There was no one else in the room.
He stared at Skr and asked, “Would those jellybeans be sweeter than you?”
Skr was caught in surprise. She hadn’t expected Joe to make dirty jokes all of a sudden.
Suddenly, scenes of their passionate nights shed through her head. Skr’s breath hitched. She flushed slightly and huffed, “Whatever. Eat it. Or don’t.”
Joe pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth. With a slight smile, he swallowed the medicine.
“I kinda like it.”
It was clear what he was referring to.
Skr nced at Joe. Their eyes met.
One look at him and Skr knew what he was thinking. Exclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.
“Dude, you’re wounded from head to toe. You’re extremely weak. You shouldn’t even think about that.”
Weak?
Joe pursed his lips and threatened, “In a few days, I’ll show you whether I’m weak or not.”
Skr was speechless. Indeed, he wasn’t weak at all. Usually, he had an astounding stamina.
Two dayster, Joe was discharged.
His stitches were recovering nicely. Howard would check up on him every night.