Chapter 163


    Kathleen sat down to have her meal.


    Charles stared at her. “Are you nning to visit Samuel?”


    “Mm.” She nodded.


    He did not know what to say anymore, nor did Kathleen wish to exin.


    After finishing her dinner, she collected the prepared oatmeal and drove to the hospital.


    Kathleen gently knocked on the door upon arriving at the ward’s entrance, but there was no sound


    inside the room.


    She lightly pushed the door open, entered the room, and saw the tablemp lit inside the ward.


    When she walked over, she noticed Samuel sleeping soundly on the bed, hisplexion pallid and lips


    slightly chapped.


    He wore a blue and white striped hospital gown, which was unbuttoned from the cor to his chest,


    revealing his muscr torso.


    The man appeared to be experiencing slightlybored breathing. His forehead, neck, and chest were


    covered in a thinyer of sweat.


    Kathleen came to an abrupt halt.


    “Water.” His voice sounded hoarse.


    She immediately poured him a ss of water. “Here’s your water, Samuel.”


    Samuel gradually opened his eyes and regarded her with bleary eyes. “Katie?”


    “Here, drink this.” She helped him sit up on the bed.


    He sat up, received the ss of water from her, and gulped the content.


    Kathleen ced a pillow behind his back so that he would feel morefortable leaning against the


    headboard.


    Then, she took the ss and put it on the bedside table. “I saw Tyson on my way back. He told me you


    have a fever.”


    Samuel looked up. His hazy eyes instantaneously became focused. “I told him not to say anything.”


    “Why is your body so frail?” She frowned.


    The man paused and subconsciously pulled his hospital gown closer.


    Kathleen was perplexed.


    What is that supposed to mean?


    “Don’t tell me you think I’m taking advantage of you?” she asked awkwardly. “This is not the first time


    I’ve seen your body anyway. I’ve already lost interest in it.”


    Samuel’s dark eyes gleamed. “I’m being reserved. Do you have a problem with that?”


    She was at a loss for words.


    He buttoned his clothes and added nonchntly, “Thank you for visiting me.”


    “I brought you some oatmeal.”


    “Mm.” He nodded. “I’ll eat itter. I don’t have the energy to do that at the moment.”


    He turned his head sideways to look intently at her. “Unless you feed me.”


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    “Why should I feed you? Aren’t you being reserved, Mr. Macari? I think it’s best I keep a safe distance


    from you.”


    Samuel, handsome as he was, regarded her with a sensual gaze and uttered in a husky voice, “It’s not


    impossible if you wish to see my body. I’ll allow you to do it if you feed me.”


    Kathleen was rendered speechless.


    His mood lightened up at the sight of the youngdy’s resigned and embarrassed reaction.


    “I’ll get going now.” She stood up and was about to leave when he suddenly grasped her wrist.


    Kathleen noticed Samuel was indeed weak when he grabbed her, unlike his usual energetic and


    vigorous self.


    Displeasure filled her fair and delicate face when she turned her head around. “What do you want?”


    “I’m really hungry; I haven’t eaten anything in a day,” he said feebly.


    She pursed her red lips. “Why didn’t you ask Tyson to feed you?”


    “Don’t you think it’s weird for a man to feed another guy?” Samuel retorted unhappily.


    Kathleen sat back down. “Tyson isn’t bad-looking either. The two of you standing together is quite a


    captivating sight.”


    “I’m afraid I do not share that sentiment.”


    The woman poured the oatmeal into a bowl and ced it in front of him.


    Then, she picked up a spoon, scooped some oatmeal, and fed the man.


    “Eat.” Her cid gaze did not reveal any emotions as she stared at him.


    He opened his mouth and tasted the food.


    Samuel did not expect Kathleen to really feed him.


    He remembered he had once returned home after having too much to drink, causing his stomach to


    feel ufortable.


    She had also cooked oatmeal for him back then, even blowing on the food to cool it before feeding him


    the meal.


    Yet, he had taken her kind gesture for granted.


    At that moment, only did Samuel realize he was truly a blessed man.


    “Did you make this?” he asked.


    “I’m too busy to do that.” Kathleen spooned another mouthful of oatmeal.


    Instantaneously, he thought the food was nd and tasteless.


    Still, he ate an entire bowl because he was genuinely famished.


    After the meal was finished, Kathleen cleaned up and stretched out her hand in his direction.


    “The blueprint of Flobury isn’t here with me. I’ll send it to you tomorrow after I’m discharged from the


    hospital.”


    “I don’t want the blueprint. I want your hand.”


    “Oh.” Samuel raised his arm without knowing what she was nning on doing.


    She ced a hand on his wrist to check his pulse.


    The man never knew that she possessed such a skill, so he was a little astonished to see that.


    She nced at him from time to time, then lowered her gaze frowningly, absorbed in her thoughts.


    After repeating the series of actions a few times, she asked, “Why are your internal organs in such a


    frail condition?”


    Samuel curled his lips. “I didn’t know you’re adept at pulse-reading.”


    “My granddad is a traditional medicine practitioner. I learned it from him,” Kathleen exined.


    “Old Mr. Yoeger?” He knitted his brows.


    “I’m referring to my mom’s adoptive father!”


    He chuckled lightly. Of course, I knew that.


    “Don’t try to change the subject. What happened to your body?”


    “Don’t you already know?” he croaked.


    I do?


    Kathleen was baffled. “What do I know?”


    Samuel grimaced, unsure if she was feigning ignorance.


    “Do you really not know?” He narrowed his pensive eyes.


    She was caught in utter bafflement. “What exactly are you trying to say?”


    He regarded her meaningfully with a frosty gaze. “It’s nothing.”


    Speechless, she searched her bag and took out a piece of paper and a pen. “It’ll be very troublesome


    to return your body to good health. I’ll write you a prescription. A human’s internal organs are important,


    but we need to address them individually, starting from the liver.”


    Samuel ced hisrge palm on her soft hand. “It’s not necessary.”


    “Why? Are you aware that this prescription is extremely valuable? Those wealthy businessmen from


    Norwal City even offered me a huge amount of money to treat their diseases, but I rejected them.”


    The man stared fixedly at her. “Thank you, but you really don’t have to do that.”


    Kathleen furrowed her brows. “Samuel Macari, do you know that you may not live over forty years old if


    you do not care for your health?”


    “I believe I have more than ten years to live,” Samuel replied coolly, seemingly genuinely unperturbed.


    She fixated her piercing gaze on him. “What will happen to your grandma and the others if something


    bad happens to you?”


    He uttered expressionlessly, “I already died a year ago.”


    Kathleen frowned.


    “You don’t have to worry about me. I’ll make the necessary arrangements since I still have over ten


    years to live.” Samuel ced both hands behind his head and gazed at the ceiling.


    “That’s an optimistic assumption. If you’re always ill and still reluctant to care for your health, you


    should consider yourself lucky if you can survive another five years!” Kathleen snapped. “You’re the


    sole heir to the Macari family. Your grandma and the others will be devastated if you die.”


    He cast her a sidelong nce. “I heard some people can still reproduce at the age of sixty?”