Kathleen sat down to have her meal.
Charles stared at her. “Are you planning to visit Samuel?”
“Mm.” She nodded.
He did not know what to say anymore, nor did Kathleen wish to explain.
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 table lamp lit inside the ward.
When she walked over, she noticed Samuel sleeping soundly on the bed, his complexion pallid and lips slightly chapped.
He wore a blue and white striped hospital gown, which was unbuttoned from the collar to his chest, revealing his muscular torso.
The man appeared to be experiencing slightly labored breathing. His forehead, neck, and chest were covered in a thin layer of sweat.
Kathleen came to an abrupt halt.
“Water.” His voice sounded hoarse.
She immediately poured him a glass 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 glass of water from her, and gulped the content.
Kathleen placed a pillow behind his back so that he would feel more comfortable leaning against the headboard.
Then, she took the glass 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 nonchalantly, “Thank you for visiting me.”
“I brought you some oatmeal.”
“Mm.” He nodded. “I’ll eat it later. 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.”
“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 young lady’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 placed it in front of him.
Then, she picked up a spoon, scooped some oatmeal, and fed the man.
“Eat.” Her placid 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 uncomfortable.
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 bland 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 planning on doing.
She placed 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 glanced 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 explained.
“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 placed his large 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 placed 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 glance. “I heard some people can still reproduce at the age of sixty?”
