Quinton had realized sothing was amiss, and had given Joanna an ergency alarm. If Joanna pressed that button, the whole hospital would be alerted. Joanna had initially laughed about it, not wanting to wake everyone up because of her selfish desire to eat cake, but that seed to have given Ace the confidence to behave recklessly.
"I just wanted to help you wipe your lips... but I won’t co tomorrow night if you think it’s inappropriate. I’ll also fire the pastry chef I poached from a top pastry shop." Raising his brows, Ace continued, "He was planning to bake a hazelnut cake tomorrow..."
"No, please don’t!" Joanna’s eyes lit up because she loved hazelnut cake the most. She quickly explained, "Don’t fire him. I’m sure it wasn’t easy for him to get the job, so let him work tomorrow but... you don’t have to wipe my lips for . I can do it on my own."
"Sure, I’ll think it over seeing how concerned and sincere you are," Ace said lightly, smiling like a cunning fox.
"Ah!" Joanna sighed heavily, ashad of herself. As always, Ace was good at analyzing people’s thoughts. He knew that she was a soft-hearted person and a foodie, and he had used that to slowly break down her walls, making her crave his company... He really was a devious fox!
Ace checked the ti and realized it was quite late. He stood up to leave, smiling in satisfaction like the cat that got the cream. "Get so rest; I’ll head back to my ward now. See you again tomorrow at the sa ti."
Silent, Joanna closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. Images of them kissing played on her mind constantly, making her blush. Sohow, she had gotten entangled with Ace again, ignoring the fact that their being together would harm each other...
She didn’t dare imagine what kind of crisis would happen next. Since everything had happened late at night, it felt like a dream that would disappear when she woke up.
After so ti had passed, Joanna heard rustling again. Although she had her eyes closed, she could feel soone’s fierce gaze on her, making her skin prickle.
"Ace?" She opened her eyes and stared at the dark figure in the ward, trying to turn on the light.
"There’s no need to trouble yourself, Miss Pierce. I’m only here to see you because of my master; I’ll leave in a while." It was a woman, and her tense voice was filled with suppressed anger.
"Your master?" Joanna placed her hand on the ergency alarm that Quinton had given her, prepared to press it in case this person was an enemy.
"Do you ever think about my master when you hug and kiss that heartless man? He sacrificed so much for you and is now in such a sorry state. His bright future was ruined, and in the end..." She could speak no more when she reached that point, and sobbed silently.
"Can you tell who your master is?" Joanna whispered as she put the ergency alarm down. She could tell from the woman’s voice that she didn’t want to harm her but just felt sorry for her master. Curious, Joanna wanted to know who the woman’s master was.
"Don’t you feel like there’s soone you’ve wronged greatly and can’t forget about?" After taking a deep breath, the woman spoke again.
"Yes, I do," Joanna said with a heavy heart. "I’ve wronged many people. If there’s a chance, I want to make it up to them because I don’t like to be indebted to others."
"My master’s sacrifices aren’t wasted if you think so then..." The woman ca forward and placed a bouquet of sunflowers on the bedside cabinet. "Rest well. I’ll co to you when you’ve recovered, and you should repay him then. I hope you’ll keep your word."
A week later, there was finally news from the hospital. Although Joanna’s injury was serious, it had healed fast because of the good treatnt, and the risk of paralysis was gone. Everyone was happy and relieved to hear it,
"Great! It must be your good fortune because you helped so many people. I knew that you would be okay!" Clara said excitedly as she hugged Joanna. She’d been so worried about Joanna that she hadn’t been sleeping well and had lost a lot of weight. One might have thought she was the one who had gotten injured instead.
"You’re not allowed to take part in any climbing activities from now on, be it rock climbing, mountain climbing, or even going up the stairs. If you do, soone has to be around to watch you!" Quinton said sternly. He would never let Joanna take any risks like that again.
"Don’t worry, Quinton. Phoenix won’t get in any trouble under my watch." Justin was unusually serious as he gazed at Joanna.
’I heard from the doctor that you’ll be discharged from the hospital in a month, so just hold on until then. If you’re not comfortable staying in the hospital, I can apply for an early discharge for you and get a professional caretaker for you at ho..." Quinton felt very sorry for Joanna as he saw her lying in bed, unable to move.
"It’s okay," Joanna imdiately refused him and said, "It’s comfortable staying in this VIP ward, and it’s pretty convenient. You don’t have to trouble yourself to get an early discharge."
"I know you think it’s troubling , Joanna, but you don’t have to worry about it. It’s just an application for an early discharge. It’s no trouble at all... ’ Patting Joanna’s shoulders, Quinton continued solemnly, "Don’t worry, I’ll handle it. We can go ho soon."
"Umm..." Joanna just smiled awkwardly, unsure of how to explain it. It wasn’t because of troubling Quinton that she didn’t want to leave early... it was because she was used to Ace feeding her with good food every night. It was like a vow they’d secretly made, and she didn’t want to ruin it.
"To be on the safe side, I think it’s better to let her stay until the doctor says she can leave," Justin suggested, actually wanting
Joanna to stay in the hospital so he could visit her whenever he wanted. If she went ho, Quinton would be guarding her.
"Yeah, I think we’d better listen to the doctor. After all, she’s been staying here for two weeks already, and we shouldn’t move her around so much," Clara agreed with Justin.
"It’s three against one, Quinton... Don’t worry about . Just carry on with your work; this hospital takes very good care of ." Smiling, Joanna reassured Quinton.
"Alright then, we’ll just listen to the doctor," Quinton grumbled, reluctantly obeying their wishes.
Suddenly, Clara caught sight of the bright sunflowers on Joanna’s bedside table. She asked curiously, "Joan, these flowers look like they were freshly picked from a garden. Who gave them to you?" She knew that the flowers weren’t from Quinton or Justin because they weren’t that romantic. They had never given Joanna flowers before.
"Umm..."
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