The dining table was square, so everyone sat ording to their factions. Colin and I sat on one side;


    Andrew upied one side alone; Jasmine and her men took another side.


    Right before I asked Andrew if he had prepared food for Queenie and when we could eat, she slowly


    walked into everyone''s view with the wall as her support.


    Her face was pale, and her body was so skinny and frail that it looked almost skeletal. Without the wall,


    she might not even be able to stand upright. Worried about her safety, I wanted to get up to help her.


    But Andrew was ahead of me. He dashed to her side and carried her in his arms.


    Queenie struggled awkwardly for a while. But she was too weak to offer any resistance. In the end, she


    relented.


    "Queenie, you''re sick. Stay on your bed. You shouldn''t be here," I told her earnestly.


    "I''m fine. It''s nothing serious anyway. We have guests. I ought to greet them. It''s already very rude of


    me to appear thiste."


    Queenie brushed her hair, trying to make herself look presentable. She emphasized the word, guests,


    which made Jasmine squint her eyes slightly. Andrew let me take care of her for a while as he pulled


    out the seat under the table. Then, he went to the bedroom to find a nket. He folded it into a square


    and ced it on the seat before guiding Queenie to sit down. He was the very definition of a caring


    househusband.


    "I went to check on you just now. You were still sleeping, so I thought I could wake you upter and


    feed you."


    "I''m not so sick that I''m bedridden. I can eat on my own. No need to feed me." Queenie smiled gently.


    It was a simple sentence, yet I couldn''t help but think that she was alluding to someone else. I looked


    at Jasmine, who lowered her head and concealed her emotions from everyone else.


    Andrew jogged to the kitchen to get Queenie some oatmeal. Queenie leaned against the back of the


    chair and smirked weakly, "Jasmine, is it? Long time no see. You''re still as beautiful as ever.


    "I''m sorry that I''m too sick to greet you just now. I''m Queenie, Lulu''s roommate at Lincoln University


    and her best friend."


    Jasmine was unable to recall who Queenie was. She scrutinized Queenie with a frown but failed to


    retrieve anything from her memory. However, she remainedposed and offered her hand. "Hi,


    Queenie. We didn''t talk a lot, so forgive me if I couldn''t recognize you just now.


    "We went to the same university, so don''t stand on ceremony. Also, Colin and I have known each other


    for a while now. So I''m more of a friend and not a guest."


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    "Nevertheless, this is Colin and Lulu''s apartment. I''ve stayed here for a while, and I still think of myself


    as a guest. Oh, Jasmine. I heard that you were injured? Lulu and I were worried sick about you. Lulu


    told me that you saved Colin.


    "To thank you, she said that she would personally look after you once you were in Jinovy. Since the


    operation was sessful, all you need to do now is rest well. Lulu and I will take good care of you."


    "No need for the hassle. Colin can take care of me. I''m sure you two have your work. Don''t drop


    everything for me. It''s not right."


    "But Colin is a man. While I know he can take good care of you, it''s more convenient if you''re cared for


    by girls. And you know girls, we''re more meticulous and attentive. Furthermore, Lulu is Colin''s


    girlfriend, and you saved him.


    "Who''s the best candidate to take care of you if not her? Unless you only want Colin''s care for some


    reason and not ours?"


    Queenie smiled innocuously and spoke with a casual tone as if she truly had Jasmine''s interest in


    mind. Even herst question was phrased in a yful, bantering manner.