Chapter 602
A Life Debt Repaid
Cordy walked towards the tea table and picked up the bowl of chicken soup, which was still warm.
She just happened to desire something warm and filling like this, but she left half of it.
She wasnât sure if Lucas had eaten, but she definitely wasnât finishing such a huge bowl on her own.
She was still taking sips of the soup when Lucas stepped out of the bathroom, clad in expensive dark-
green silk pajamas.
Cordy had to admit that he had the looks to scorn the world, and somehow understood his disdain for others.
She smiled ever so subtly-it turned out that in this world, people were fundamentally skin-deep.
âI saved half the soup for you. Do you want it?â she asked.
âYeah,â he replied, and walked up to her side.
There was still steam swirling around him; he mustâve bought his own soap as well, since he smelled different.
Cordy shifted aside since both of them didnât like to get too close with each other, though she must also acknowledge that he was a looker.
However, her movements left him frowning, and he snorted in disdain-as if she was doing it deliberately to draw his attention.
Cordy was speechless.
She would admit that he was handsome, but that didnât mean she would throw herself at him like every other woman would! In fact, she was maintaining her distance from him entirely because she was not interested.
The ward was quiet, and Cordy soon finished her portion since she had the soup first.
Then, she threw the disposable spoon into the bin and returned to her bed.
As she lay down, she noticed that Lucas was still in his pajamas.
The hospital was warm, but he was really dressed too thin. At this point, Cordy was traumatized after that terrible cold she had.
She wanted to tell him several times, but he seemed to have an instinctive wariness towards her and would consider anything she said to be an attempt at seduction.
Suddenly, without batting an eye, he snapped with a hostile tone, âJust spit it already!â
Does he have a third eye growing somewhere?!
Nonetheless, her heart abruptly stopped. She felt a stabbing pain as she remembered John for a split second.
John was always able to read her intentions in the same way.
But this man wasnât John, even if he resembled John remarkably.
Cordy calmed herself, and said bluntly, âYou should put on more clothes. Itâs cold.â
As Lucas looked up at her, she added, âDo whatever you want. Iâd just rather we didnât infect each other.â
Lucas said nothing, but he suddenly picked up the down coat he placed beside him and put it on.
For once, he wasnât mocking her or snapping at her for trying to seduce him.
After supper, Lucas cleaned the room a little. Cordy realized that he was a clean freak with a tinge of OCD.
He spent some time sorting her hospital admission documents, and even more time on the things he had bought.
At around two in the morning, he lay down on the bed prepared for him and turned the lights in the ward to the dimmest.
Cordy put away her phone, knowing that she would have less chance of falling asleep if she kept looking at it.
âIâm telling you, donât think you can do anything you like to me just because weâre sleeping in the same room,â he warned amidst the darkness.
âDonât worry, Iâm not interested in you,â she snapped in retort.
âYou better not be.â