"Arthur, rest assured, I will absolutely not spread this." Marcus Moore knew Arthur Lindsey's temperament well. When he required something to be done, it had to be respected.
They chatted in the hospital for a while, discussing their respective experiences and lives in the past few years.
By 10 P.M., Marcus stood up to leave, suggesting, "Why not let Ella go back with me? My place is spacious, living and bathing are very convenient. "
"No need, I'm fine here," Ella Lacey stood up to decline promptly. "I want to stay with Arthur until he recovers."
Marcus shook his head in envy and turned to leave, "Then I'll go first."
"Marcus, you take care. I won't see you off," Ella snuggled up to Arthur's bed, lying in his arms, hooked her pinky finger and said, "Arthur, just a few hours away from you and I missed you so much."
