Looking at his bloodshot eyes, Amanda Jenkins felt a twinge of sadness, "You must not have slept these past few days. Go get some sleep, I'm feeling a lot better now."
"No, I want to stay with you."
Lucas Griffin's cajoling appearance was just like Kent's, when a hint of a mischievous smile suddenly flashed across the depths of his eyes, "If you really care about me, then can I get in bed, hold you, and sleep with you?"
He looked at Amanda Jenkins with great anticipation.
Amanda Jenkins actually nodded, "Okay."
A smile appeared on Lucas Griffin's face as he gently climbed onto the bed.
This was a VIP ward, and the bed was a large double bed.
As Lucas Griffin touched Amanda Jenkins' wound, he carefully lay down on his side beside her, propped up on one arm, his gaze unwavering on her face, unwilling to look away for even a second.
"How can I sleep with you staring at me like that?"
