Patricia turned around, âEllinor, were you calling me?â
Ellinor replied with a smirk, âIf heâs thirsty, I suggest you give him mineral water. Soda isnât the best thirstâquencher, and he isnât a fan either.â
A flash of annoyance crossed Patriciaâs eyes, âReally? Theo just told me he wanted soda! Ellinor, you seem to not know Theo at all Ellinor calmly sipped her juice, Well, suit yourself.â
No matter how Patricia tried to provoke or mock her, Ellinor remained composed, making Patricia feel like she was punching cotton. She felt utterly frustrated.
Feeling disgruntled, Patricia picked up the soda and stormed upstairs.
After watching the headstrong Patricia leave, Balfour turned to Ellinor, furrowed his brows, and followed Patricia upstairs.
Once Balfour was out of sight, Bartlett immediately took a seat next to Ellinor.
He picked up a peeled orange from the table and handed it to her, smirking, âEllinor, have some orange to cool off a bit.â
Ellinor shot him a look, âMr. Rex, donât you know? Oranges make you feel hot.â
âReally?â Bartlettâs smile grew wider, âThen have some water. Water always puts out the fire, right?â
Ellinor gave a small smile, âThanks for your concern, Mr. Rex, but Iâm not hot. You, on the other hand, should drink more water to wash away those naughty thoughts of yours.â
Bartlett shrugged and popped a slice of orange into his mouth, his gaze never leaving her, filled with an underlying affection.
Ellinor was getting a bit annoyed by Bartlettâs constant staring. She glanced at him, accidentally meeting his suggestive gaze. It was the first time sheâd seen someone eat an orange so seductively.
This man was a real piece of work!
Meanwhile, upstairs.
Patricia returned to the room with the soda, âTheo, are you thirsty? Here, have a drink.â
Theo was sitting on a chair by the bed, looking after a child who was burning up and barely conscious Upon hearing Patriciaâs words, he glanced at the drink she was offering and coldly replied, âI donât need it. I donât like soda. You drink it.â
Patriciaâs hand, holding out the drink, froze. She remembered Ellinorâs advice downstairs and felt slightly annoyed.
Since he didnât want to drink it, she had no choice but to put the drink aside.
âTheo, stay with Baber. His condition has improved.â Patricia said softly, looking at Baber lying quietly on the bed.
Theo asked her, âDid you give him medicine before you came? Why hasnât his fever gone down?â
Patricia nodded, âIâve given him fever medicine. The doctor said Baberâs fever was due to overthinking and stress. My guess is he was overexcited to see you, which caused his fever.â
A oneâyearâold child, overthinking? Theo frowned but didnât say anything. He glanced at his watch.
It was already late. Ellinor must be tired.
Theo, why donât you go downstairs and keep Ellinor company? Iâll stay here with Patri and look after the kid.â
Balfour slowly walked in and suggested softly