Chapter 614

“Your bedside manner needs work.” She had been expecting him to say how worried he had been,

maybe even treat her gently and comfort her, just as he had in her dream.

But it turned out nothing was Like the dream. No comforting words. No gentle voice. All she got was his

accusing tone. She was beginning to think maybe she shouldn’t have woken up. Just stay nice and

warm and loved in her dream world. She was thinking maybe she should say she was tired and shoo

him out of the ward. At least it would shut him up. She normally liked his voice, but now she just

preferred silence.

This wasn’t how he used to treat her.

Staring at her ghostly white face, Carlos didn’t say a word

Indifferently, he turned around, leaving. His hands were in his pockets, balled into fists

Only he knew how much he wanted to hug her. But he had been telling himself not to.

“Carlos!” Debbie shouted, exerting all her strength to sit up.

Carlos paused and turned.

“You’re still too weak. Don’t sit up. Get some rest.”

Without waiting for a response, he continued with a frown, “Lie down.”

“*Lie down’ my ass! Don’t you even care how I fell into the river?

Where were you when I fell? Were you having a sweet moment with Megan, with her in your arms?

The first thing I heard after waking up was you blaming me for being a bad driver. Was I ever a bad

driver before? Why now? Did it ever occur to you that something happened before the accident? Or

maybe you were hoping I died so that you could be with another woman.” Debbie started panting after

this. Only now had she stopped to take a breath.

Carlos walked to the bed and made her lie down.

“I think you must have bumped your head. You’re talking crazy. Maybe a CAT scan will reveal

something.”

Debbie wanted to punch him in the face. While Carlos was tucking her in, she slapped his hands and

snarled, “Thank you, Mr. Carlos. Save your energy. I’Ll do it myself.”

At this moment, Emmett walked in with the hot meal. This happened to be at the exact same time she

slapped Carlos’ hands away.

It gave him great joy. Stifling his laughter, he put the food on the edge of the bed and said to Debbie

with admiration, “Debbie, let me adjust the bed for you so you can eat more comfortably.” He reached

for the button to elevate the head of the bed.

“No, thanks,” Debbie lashed out.

“I don’t want to eat. Let me starve.

Someone would be happy to see me die.”

Emmett persuaded, “It’ll break Carlos’ heart to see you starve. You can’t imagine how happy Carlos

was to see you wake up.”

“Emmett!” Carlos shouted. Immediately, Emmett shut his mouth.

Debbie retorted, “Emmett, I bet you don’t know that your boss fell in love with someone else! Wait,

that’s not it. He’s always loved someone else.”

“It seems that you’re well enough. I guess we don’t need the food.

Emmett ” Carlos’ order was implied.