Shawn Clegg fumed in irritation.
His leg didn't seem to hurt that much anymore, and he sat up, subconsciously reaching for his phone to check it once again.
Daisy Wright hadn't called him back yet.
His heart surged with an indescribable emptiness.
Had she really left?
Because he disliked her so much, she left?
Finally left?
He had been finding fault with her for so long, had she finally had enough?
Shawn Clegg couldn't help but grip his phone tightly.
A wave of irritability washed over him, and his leg seemed to start hurting again.
The door opened.
Hope unconsciously flickered in Shawn's eyes.
However, the person who entered was Mason Ross.
"How are you feeling? Any better?" Mason asked.
Shawn nodded, "Much better."
"Let's take your temperature," Mason said as he passed the thermometer, "I've asked the kitchen to make some porridge for you. You need to eat something. With an injury and your immunity low, you're prone to getting sick."
