Violet then smiled heartily and didn’t say anything else.
After that, Stanley huddled on a hanging chair, sitting together with mutual hugs, looking at his little son in the lawn below, the atmosphere was extraordinarily warm.
On the other hand, Jessie, who was on Violet’s mind, was currently carrying a thermos bucket and knocking on the door of a hospital room.
Standing outside the door, her breathing was cautious and her whole body was tense and restless.
Even though she had been caring for the man inside for a few days now, she still got nervous every time she came, and felt a tinge of fear for this man.
Because she didn’t know when this man would suddenly be angry with her, after all, she was his enemy.
Although these days, he hadn’t done anything to her, hadn’t tried to get back at her, hadn’t lost his temper with her, and had even been quite nice.
But she just couldn’t feel completely at peace in her heart, instead she became more and more wary.
Because in her mind, the less he flared up, the more dangerous it was.
There was a saying that says, “The calm before the storm.
So this George was probably just like that.
Now George hadn’t done anything to her, but once he was in a bad mood, or she had done something wrong, he would definitely seize on that and take revenge on her.
And the more times like that, the more she didn’t know when it would come, the more unsettling it would be, the more she would be on tenterhooks.
Thinking about it, Jessie let out a bitter smile before she heard the man’s voice coming from the door of the ward, “Come in.”
Jessie took a deep breath, then gripped the door handle and pushed the door in, “Mr. Joe.”
George was reading a medical journal, and when he heard her voice, he looked up and over.
Seeing her cautiously, lowering her head and lowering her eyebrows not daring to look at him, a sigh flashed under his eyes, “You are here”
“Mm.” Jessie lowered her head and answered in a small voice, “Yeah.”
George closed the magazine in his hand and his gaze fell on the thermos bucket she was holding, “What did you bring this time?”
“Pork ribs and melon soup.” Jessie’s voice remained whispered, “You have broken ribs, you’ll recover faster from the rib soup.”
“Oh?” George raised his eyebrows, “Who taught you that? How come I don’t know that drinking rib soup will speed up the recovery of ribs? There is absolutely no scientific basis for this.”
Jessie put down the thermos bucket, “I heard it from others, everyone said so, so I also thought it.”
George lifted his chin.
Jessie said, “If you don’t like it, I…”
“No, just leave it here, serve me a bowl of it.” George shook his head and said.
Jessie nodded, “Okay.”
The words fell, and she opened the thermos bucket.
As soon as the bucket was opened, an appetizing aroma emanated from it.
George closed his eyes slightly, “It smells good.”
Jessie knew that he was complimenting her on the soup she had made, and the corners of her mouth tugged, as if she wanted to smile.
But then thinking of this relationship they had, she held it back and just nodded in response, “Thank you.”
She handed George the pork rib soup.
George reached out to take it, and his fingers inevitably touched Jessie’s fingers.
George was fine, but Jessie fiercely retracted her hand as if it had been burned.
As she did so, the pork rib soup in the bowl swirled and splashed out a few drops onto the back of George’s hand.
The soup was very hot and had been put into a thermos just after it had been simmered.
The thermos bucket was very effective, even though there was a delay of an hour on the way here, the soup was still about as hot as it was when it first came out of the pot.
So these few drops still inevitably scalded George with a muffled grunt and a tightly furrowed brow.
But even so, he didn’t let go of the bowl, otherwise it would have fallen straight onto the bed and the soup inside would have scalded even more.
Jessie did not expect that she had caused George to be scalded by the soup, and for a moment, her face turned white with fear. While mentally panicking and ashamed, she hurriedly lifted the bowl out of his hand and asked, “Are you alright, Mr. Joe? I’m sorry, it’s all my fault, I shouldn’t have shaken my hands, I’m really sorry. ”
She apologized in a hurry, while grabbing George’s hand and flipping it from side to side to see if it was burnt.
George didn’t say anything and just looked at her.
Looking at her anxious for himself, watching her panic, a light smile suddenly flashed under his eyes.
Jessie did not notice the way George was looking at her, she watched the back of George’s hand turn red, her heart went cold, her teeth biting her lips dead, her heart full of unease.
She was in trouble again.
There was already hatred between them, and he could find her in trouble at any moment.
Although he hadn’t been looking for trouble in the past few days, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t.
And now, she had burned him, didn’t she just give him an excuse to get angry?
This time, he would definitely take the opportunity to do something to her, right?
Either he would make her abort the baby or torture her in some other way to avenge the scalding she did to him.
Why were her hands shaking?
She just touched his hand, so why did she have to shrink?
If she hadn’t, she wouldn’t have burned him.
The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, and Jessie’s body trembled slightly, her eyes were even red, and there were even faint glimmers of tears.
And when George heard her apology and hesitated to say anything, it made her even more uneasy and scared.
“Mr. Joe, I…” Jessie lifted her head, thinking of letting him punish her.
As a result, before she could finish her sentence, George opened his mouth first, “Are you crying?”
Jessie was stunned for a moment, did not understand why he asked that, thought it was because she was about to cry, ugly to his eyes, quickly wiped the tears, shook her head, “No, I’m not crying, I just…”
“You’re afraid I’ll deal with you?” George lifted his hand and interrupted her.
However, this move of his raised hand made Jessie think he was going to hit her, subconsciously shrinking her neck and closing her eyes, a look of clear fear, but had to wait for him to hit her.
This look of hers instantly made George’s face gloomy and his voice colder, “What do you mean? You think I’m going to hit you?”
She would actually think so.
Could it be that in her heart, he was a man who would hit a woman?
When Jessie heard George’s words, she slowly opened her eyes, but still looked at him timidly, “Don’t you hit me?”
George’s pupils shrank and became even angrier, “Who told you that I was going to hit you? And what makes you think I’m going to hit you?”
Seeing that George did not mean to hit her, Jessie was slightly relieved in her heart, then bit her lips and whispered, “You just raised your hand, I thought you were going to hit me because I burned you, so…”
“So you thought I would hit you because of that?” George’s face was grim.
Jessie gave a nod.
George was so angry, “In your eyes, I am that kind of man?”
“No, that’s not what I meant.” Jessie waved her hands repeatedly, then felt that this was not enough, and directly bent down and bowed deeply towards him, “I’m sorry, Mr. Joe, I really didn’t think so, I didn’t think that you were a man who would hit women, I…”
“Since you didn’t think so, then tell me, what did you mean?” George looked at her with an expressionless face.