The medicine tasted bitter, and Joan Harry frowned as she swallowed it down.
She glared at him, her face full of dissatisfaction.
"What are you looking at? If you keep staring, I'll eat you up," Jesse Rowan said, feeling much better seeing her at a loss.
"Jesse Rowan, you're really childish," Joan Harry glanced at him indifferently.
Without saying more, she turned her head, facing away from him, and continued to sleep.
"Are you feeling any better?" Jesse Rowan asked.
Joan Harry didn't speak. Better? Can she be better? She closed her eyes wearily.
Seeing she still wasn't speaking, Jesse Rowan had to awkwardly put the cup back in place, saying quietly, "Then have a good rest. Don't leave the hospital for the next few days. I'll visit you when I can. I'll sleep in the next room tonight, don't worry, I won't disturb you."
"Can you go back to your place to sleep?" Joan Harry's voice was weak and frail because of her discomfort.
