Good bye You Never Love Me

Chapter 1135 Getting Sick (2)

Chapter 1135 Getting Sick (2)

"No, that's not what I meant..."

Even though he didn't mean it, the words slipped out of Rose's mouth without thinking.

"What did you mean then?" Rose was furious and almost slapped him, but she reminded herself that Elliot was still a patient and tried to calm down.

Elliot remained silent.

He only asked her about that to make her stay, but he couldn't bring himself to say it out loud.

"Since you're done eating, I'll leave. You have people taking care of you here anyway." Rose picked up her thermos and started walking away. But Elliot grabbed her wrist tightly before she could go.

"Rose," his voice weak, "that's not what I meant."

Rose turned around and saw him sweating profusely despite the pain. He held onto her wrist tightly as if afraid she would leave him alone again. She sighed and softened her tone. "Let go of me. Rest well. I'm leaving now since your assistant will be here soon."

"I sent my assistant home," Elliot glanced at his phone on the bedside table before looking back at Rose. "No one is here tonight."Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

He just wanted her to stay with him.

Seeing how weak Elliot looked made Rose feel sorry for him, so she stayed without knowing why.

In the early morning hours, Elliot suddenly had a fever which woke up Rose who was sleeping lightly in an unfamiliar place next door from hearing muffled murmurs from another bed nearby.

She found out that Elliot had been sweating all over with a red face while frowning in discomfort after calling for a doctor who checked on him then gave some medication through IVs which took about one or two hours.

After watching over Elliot until he fell asleep again after recovering from fever this time around, Rose rested on the companion bed beside him for several more hours before getting up at six or seven o'clock in the morning to return home where she left messages for children then went back to hospital again.

When she entered Elliot's room later that day, he stared at her without blinking as if afraid she would leave again but relaxed when seeing that she came back safely.

Rose raised an eyebrow, startled by his appearance. The inexplicable sourness in her heart seemed to dissipate a bit.

"Awake? Feeling better? I brought you some congee, get up and wash up and then have breakfast."

Rose wrung the towel for him, helped him sit up and wiped his face, then handed him the newly purchased mouthwash.

Elliot looked at the woman who was busy in front of his bed. Suddenly softness surged in his heart, gradually filling it up and smoothing out his gloominess.

After watching Elliot finish breakfast, Rose cleaned up to leave but he stopped her.

"Help me get off the bed," he said.

Rose looked at him with an unhappy expression. "You need to rest properly now. Walking around will easily affect your wound. The doctor told you not to move for two or three days."

Although it was just a stomach ulcer that had been operated on, with so many stitches on his belly, why did he want to get out of bed? Did he still want to go back to work?

Seemingly knowing what Rose was thinking about, Elliot smiled and said seriously, "I need to go use the bathroom."

Rose froze where she stood before staring at him incredulously as redness spread from her ears down towards her cheeks.

She coughed once before saying disapprovingly, "Why didn't you say earlier? I would have asked one of the nurses take care of you."

The smile couldn't help but escape Elliot's eyesight as it crept onto his lips. When hearing this, he refused Rose's offer. "You'll help me instead. Hurry

up!"

Rose glanced over at him without

seeing that hint of amusement on Elliot's face before rejecting flatly. "Elliot! I'm not your caregiver! Let me call one of them or even ask for a doctor if needed; You can still walk..."

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"We're husband and wife," said Elliot seriously white smiling faintly again after hearing this response from Rose. He looked straight into her eyes while speaking earnestly: "No one else is convenient here except for you."

"My stomach hurts; I don't want any more talk than necessary right now so please help me."

With sweat dripping down from Elliot's forehead along with slightly pale complexion made Rose compromise despite wanting initially insisting. Fortunately, every high-end ward had its own bathroom. Rose helped Elliot to the bathroom and waited outside. Thankfully, she didn't have to help him take off his pants. She would have embarrassed him beyond belief. After a few moments, Elliot emerged from the bathroom with Rose's help and lay down on the bed.

"Can you peel me an apple? I'm thirsty," he said before Rose could leave.

Rose was amused by his request. "Do you think I'm your nurse? I brought you food because I thought you were weak after surgery. I am not here to serve you!"

Elliot sighed as he watched her walk away. Suddenly, he coughed violently and clutched his stomach in pain. His coughs were so intense that they sounded like they were tearing through his chest.

Rose spun around at the sound of his coughing fit and saw Elliot lying on the bed with bulging veins in his neck as he struggled for breath. He looked terrifyingly miserable.

She rushed over to him without hesitation and asked anxiously, "What's wrong? What's happening?"

The attending physician arrived

quickly and examined Elliot before

saying, "Mr. Harper was just really

thirsty, and with the recent surgery he pushed himself a bit too hard and ended up choking. The wound doesn't seem to be a major issue. He just needs some good rest, some extra hydration, and a bit of added vitamins. It's best to avoid heavy or hard-to-digest foods for now."

Rose nodded silently as she listened carefully; feeling guilty for thinking that Elliot had been faking it when he said that he was thirsty earlier on. Once the medical staff left the room, Rose sat next to Elliot under his watchful gaze while feeding him water and peeling an apple for him too.

"I'm sorry," came a deep husky voice from Elliot suddenly causing Rose's hand holding the fruit knife to paused mid-air as she looked up at him quizzically. "Why are you apologizing?"

"I didn't mean it earlier."

Rose didn't know which incident exactly Elliot meant but it didn't matter anymore anyway.

"Eat this apple now or do you want something else?" She gestured towards the fruit basket nearby which seemed quite abundant still.

"No thanks... you should eat too."