Chapter 107

Sylvia took a deep breath, feeling helpless.

She feared nothing but claustrophobic spaces.

When she was in a claustrophobic space, the virus could flare up as

her immune system was weakened by her fear.

So she was vulnerable to the virus and even regarded Franklin as a

savior, passing out straight away.

Now all of them knew her weakness.

This virus was such an encumbrance!

Sylvia was too weak to grumble.

"I..." She blinked her pretty eyes and her throat was too dry to make

any voice.

"Would you like some water?" Logan walked quickly to the water

fountain and passed her a glass of warm water. "Have some water for

your throat."

“Thank you." Sylvia took it and sipped at the glass. Her throat got

better.

"Miss Andrews, are you feeling better?" Seeing this, Paul hurriedly put

a pillow behind Sylvia's waist and helped her sit up.

Sylvia nodded in good spirits, but her face was still a bit pale.

“I'm feeling better."

Franklin was sullen, sitting by and despising their ingratiating behavior.

What he had planned to do was all preempted by these two eyesores.

Damn!

He gritted his back teeth and suppressed the urge to beat them.

"Are you hungry? Ask Jasper to prepare some porridge,” Franklin's

hoarse voice rang out.

"Do you want to eat fruit? I brought a fruit basket." Paul snorted

defiantly.

"Are you tired? Do you want me to give you a massage?" Hating to be

outdone by them, Logan asked.

"Stop! Shut up, all of you! Now listen to me." Sylvia had a bit of a

headache.

The ward was immediately quiet.

She took a deep breath and kept her cool as usual. "Paul, how did you

know I was in hospital?"

"l ..." Paul was embarrassed.

"The head nurse is still your informant, right?" Sylvia raised an

eyebrow.

"Uh-" Paul was embarrassed to be exposed in front of Sylvia.

“I hope your cooperation stop from now on." Sylvia said coldly, and

then looked at Logan, "Why are you here?"

"I called you and he answered it," Logan reported truthfully.

"I need to rest now, please go out." Sylvia was a little annoyed.

How could a normal elevator suddenly break down?

Her instinct told her that it was not a simple accident.

She needed to clear her mind and sorted it out.

Franklin's heart ached a little as she was driving him away again. What

he most disliked was that she always rejected him.

Obviously, he was much better and stronger than both Logan and Paul!

Romeo glanced at Sylvia and then at his own brother, tugging on his

sleeve and persuading reluctantly. "Brother, let's go out first."

"Well." Paul took a deep look at Sylvia and glanced at the other two.

Logan also went out. “Call me if needed.” He added.

Only Franklin stayed, staring seriously at her in the hospital bed. "How

come you are claustrophobic?"

Sylvia didn't know what to say.

He wouldn't believe it even if she told him.

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

Was she trying to kick him out again?

He turned around and walked towards the door. He locked the door

from inside just as Sylvia thought he finally left.

Sylvia glared at him.

When did he become so cheeky and shameless?

He was totally unlike the aloof and elegant man in the marriage she

knew about!

The man was as handsome and indifferent as ever, a faint livid tinge

under his eyelids from insomnia making him a bit eerie.

"Franklin, what are you doing?" Sylvia frowned.

Franklin gazed at the tempting woman on the bed.

He disliked the way she looked at him. It was indifferent and distant.

Her small hand was gripped by Franklin before she could react.

She clearly felt his rough palm wrapping her hand tightly, just as it did in

the elevator ... Somehow, she felt reassured.

She knew that Franklin was a part of the treatment for the virus, but she

didn't know he played such a large part in her treatment.

She looked at Franklin without any expression and didn't know what he

was up to again, not realizing one of his hands was gripping hers and

the other clasping her waist.

He sat directly on the edge of the hospital bed the next moment.

He lay on her lap, his eyes closed with a steady breath, as if he fell ...

asleep?

"You!" Sylvia was stunned by his shamelessness again.

Could he be any better at sleeping?

But he seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Sylvia pushed him, but he didn't move at all.

"Franklin, could you please stop sleeping on my lap? Your head is

heavy!"

"Quiet!" Franklin grunted before falling asleep again.

She couldn't break free from his clasping hands even when he was

asleep.

The door was still locked and no one outside could get in.

Logan and Paul could not resist looking in through the window since

Franklin still didn't come out.

The curtains were drawn and they could only see inside via a tiny slit.

To their shock, Franklin was lying on Sylvia's lap with his eyes closed!

Did he fall asleep?

"Shame on him!" Paul said with hatred.

"Brother, I think he was too thick-skinned. You could try that next time!"

Romeo was also angry. All those who tried to stop his brother's pursuit

of Sylvia were not good people.

Logan was also helpless.

Franklin obviously was not over his boss, but then why did he get a

divorce in the first place?

It was too confusing.

"Franklin, wake up!" Sylvia pushed Franklin, her legs almost numb.

The man who was sleeping on her lap suddenly seemed very unhappy

to be pushed.