Seeing the confusion in her eyes, Wesley exined, “This is a hospital. You had a feverst night.”


    “A fever? Oh…’ She finally got a grasp of the situation. No wonder she felt ache all over her body.


    “Did you bring me here?” she asked, although she more or less knew the answer.


    Wesley nodded and stood up from the chair.


    “Have your breakfast now.”


    ir slowly sat up on the bed and asked casually, “What was my temperature when you brought me


    here?” She touched her forehead. It felt normal now. The fever was gone, but she felt a Little tired.


    “39.8 degrees,” he said.


    ir was taken aback. It had almost touched 40 degrees! ‘Could the fever have affected my brain?


    Would I be stupid?’ But she still recognized Wesley, so her brain should be fine.


    ir got out of the hospital bed and dragged her weak body to the bathroom to freshen up.


    When she was brushing her teeth, she noticed that her arm wasn’t as red and swollen as it was the day


    before. A new Layer of ointment had been applied to the wound, nourishing her skin. It had a slight


    fragrance to it.


    She wondered who had applied the ointment to her wound. Was it Wesley, or a doctor?


    A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y


    When she came out of the bathroom, Wesley had already left. She settled herself back on the bed, and


    wheeled the cart over that held the bowl of wontons and noodles. She then began eating. She was


    already half-done by the time Wesley came back with a few pieces of paper and some boxes of


    medicine in his hands.


    She Looked at him, asking, “You eaten yet?”


    He shifted his gaze to her and nodded, “Mmm hmm.”


    He quietly waited for her to finish before letting her know how to use the medicine. Staring at his


    serious profile, ir said sincerely,


    “Thank you, Wesley.” It was good to be his neighbor. She felt protected, safe with him.


    And what if she were his girlfriend? She knew that feeling of security would be even more intense.


    Betraying no emotion, Wesley threw her a quick nce.


    “You’re wee.” He handed the medicine to her and turned on his heels without a word.


    Breaking out of her reverie, ir found he was gone. She left the bed again, and jogged out of the


    ward. It wasn’t Long before she caught up to him. He was waiting for her in front of the elevator.


    The doors opened. When they were about to step inside, they heard a panting voice call out, “Brother,


    Sister-inw…”


    ir was pretty sure that wasn’t for her, so she continued walking into the elevator. Wesley suddenly


    grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her out. The elevator doors closed again. She turned to look at


    him, confused.


    He coldly pointed to a young man gasping for air behind them. He was dressed in a blue shirt and a


    white gown, and obviously was out of breath, rushing to catch them before they boarded the elevator.


    The young doctor looked a little bit like Wesley, but hisplexion was much Lighter.


    ir felt Like she had seen him somewhere before.


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    But that wasn’t important now. He just called Wesley “Brother” and referred to her as “Sister-in-Law!”