"Open your mouth." Thad Drew said with a smile, looking at Betsy Russell.
Betsy hadn't reacted yet, but her mouth was already slightly open.
By the time she came to her senses, Betsy had already taken a spoonful of porridge into her mouth.
Betsy's ears turned uncontrollably red. Because of her fever, a thin layer of mist covered her apricot eyes, making her look pitifully adorable.
Betsy blushed as Thad fed her an entire bowl of porridge. After finishing, she finally said "thank you."
"Betsy, between you and me, there's no need for thanks," Thad said, looking at Betsy's flushed cheeks and lowering his voice. "As long as you get used to me being by your side."
With a fever still lingering, Betsy felt the man's cool hand on her forehead, the touched area felt comforting.
By noon, Betsy had finished her IV drip, and Thad accompanied her out of the hospital. She deeply disliked the smell of the hospital's disinfectant.
