I feel like mold is growing on me from just staying in bed these past couple of days. And worst of all, this woman is still here, peeling apples, completely ignoring the displeased looks I've been giving her. No matter how many times I say over and over again that I don't want to see her ugly face, she still shows up every visiting hour. Is she trying to win me over by playing the role of a good wife? Yeah, right… She's way too ugly for me to take pity on her. I mean, look at her—unkempt hair, cracked lips, lousy clothes… No one could've guessed she's married to one of the most successful soccer players right now.
"Here… some cut-up apples… I'll go get you some water."
She placed a plate of cubed apples on the bedside table before getting up from her seat with the empty water jug. She acts more like a maid than a wife, if you ask me. All she does is help me change my clothes, fetch more blankets from the house, and get my food from the nurses. Can't she just let the nurses do it? The nurses here are quite pretty—maybe I can have one of them help me with… personal stuff.
"Please excuse me…"
A man walked in—my manager, Will. He looks like he's aged ten years in just a few days. Most likely, he hasn't been sleeping. Those brand deals and reporters must have taken a toll on him.
"Mr. Blythe… sorry for the late visit. I hope you don't mind," Will said as he took a seat beside me.
"I heard about your condition from your doctor… Mr. Blythe, the press has been pestering the team for updates on your condition, and so have the fans online. I'm afraid we can't keep it a secret anymore."
I sighed. Of course, people want to know what happened to the soccer player with leg injuries. That would be a hot topic. "The highest-paid soccer player can no longer play? Is this the end of his career?" People would eat that up like a freshly cooked steak.
"Well, it's not like I can hide it forever anyway. The team is probably already looking for a new player, and the brands are searching for an excuse to cut the contract…"
Will stayed silent, wiping his forehead. He knows I'm right. There's no escaping this predicament. There's no use for a soccer player who's lost his ability to run, or a celebrity who's lost their fame. All I have left is a wife I don't like, and, well, at least I still have my investments. I won't be broke for quite some time.
Will left a few hours later, giving me a few warnings to lay low and focus on recovering. I guess the part where I was planning to bring a girl over before the accident also reached Will's ears. Well, the doctor said she's still in a coma, so she won't be talking to the press anytime soon.
"Excuse me, Mr. Blythe… I'm here to help you change your clothes."
A nurse walked in—a very attractive one at that. A brunette with hazel eyes and a very sexy, curvy body. Isn't she a sight for sore eyes?
"Who are you?"
Before the nurse could even unbutton my clothes, my wife showed up with a fully filled water jug. Way to ruin the mood. And she took an awfully long time just to fill a water jug.
"Oh, Mrs. Blythe… I was just about to help Mr. Blythe change his clothes."
My wife placed the water jug on the bedside table before facing the nurse. She looked different from the usually meek wife who wouldn't even stand up for herself.
"There's no need for a nurse to help change a patient's clothes during visiting hours. And why have I never seen you before? Where's Nurse Sam?"
Ah, right. Usually, the only nurse who comes to my room is the male nurse with ginger hair. But why does she care? I like this nurse. Is she jealous? Probably. There's no way she can compete with this level of beauty.
"Well, Nurse Sam isn't available right now, and the doctor asked me to—"
"This is a VVIP room. Both the nurse and the doctor in charge of the patient have to be available 24/7. If there's a shift change, they would let the guardian know."
The nurse looked nervous, glancing at me with pleading eyes. Well, at least she's pretty.
"Just let her do it… I like her pretty little face."
The nurse smiled shyly. What an easily pleased woman. But before she could even start, my wife was already pressing the nurse call button. All color drained from the nurse's face instantly, and not even 30 seconds later, the door opened. This time, Nurse Sam came in.
"Do you need help, Mr. Blythe?"
Nurse Sam stopped in his tracks as he looked at the other nurse. Is she really this jealous over some nurse changing my clothes that she had to call another nurse? Is she really this petty? Both nurses looked extremely uncomfortable.
"Nurse Sam, is it true that you asked this woman to change my husband's clothes during visiting hours?"
I clicked my tongue at what my wife said. She sounded like one of those bitter women. It's just changing clothes—why is this turning into such a drama?
"Well, no… You're here, Mrs. Blythe. There's no need for us nurses to change the patient's clothes right now. And besides, I should've been informed if there was going to be another nurse assisting with Mr. Blythe."
I massaged my head. This was becoming such a headache over something as simple as changing clothes.
"It's just clothes… Do you have to be so bitter about another woman changing me? Is this why you specifically asked for a male nurse to be in charge of me?" I scoffed at my wife, who was still glaring at the other nurse. The woman looked like she'd seen a ghost.
"Jordan, it's not about the clothes… She's not a nurse."
I rolled my eyes. The woman was clearly wearing a nurse's uniform.
"Who are you, girl? Which station are you from? I've definitely never seen you around here before."
All eyes turned toward the female nurse, who stayed silent. The next second, she bolted out the door, pushing everyone out of her way. She threw the nearest item as a distraction, which almost hit me, but my wife shielded me from it.
"Code white! We have an intruder! I need security NOW!"
Nurse Sam shouted before immediately hitting the emergency button and running after the fake nurse. There was commotion outside the room.
"Jordan, did you get hit? I knew that woman was suspicious… I'll go call your manager, okay?"
Oh… So that's why she was so persistent. She had a suspicion, and she even protected me. I guess she isn't all that bad after all.