Chapter: 699
"If you continue like this, I'm going to have to inform Bethany!"
Samira had assured Godfrey she would keep Jonathan safe.
Was Jonathan making her break her promise?
"Don't tell her," Jonathan blurted out, his voice tinged with urgency.
"I'm heading back now."
“Here, lean on me. Let me help you back," Samira said, moving quickly towards him with outstretched arms.
Jonathan, however, recoiled slightly, his expression unyielding.
His aversion to germs bordered on obsessive, particularly with women.
Even when Samira changed his dressings, he insisted she wear medical gloves.
"No, I can manage on my own."
"It's not safe for you. You shouldn't have been up in the first place. What if you fall?" Samira persisted, oblivious to his discomfort.
In a frosty tone, Jonathan replied, “Sorry, I'm a neat freak."
"What?" Just as Samira was about to ask Jonathan what being a neat freak had to do with this, she saw her own hands and instantly understood. Her lips curved up into an awkward smile as she said, “Well, I'm sorry."
She then watched Jonathan walk forward step by step. He didn't want to be supported, nor did he lean against the wall. His back remained stubbornly straight, refusing to bend even a little.
Samira knew that Jonathan must be in excruciating pain, evident from the slight tremor in his back.
He suffered from chest penetrating injury. When he was brought to the hospital, he was in terrible shape.
She recalled how, when she first started treating Jonathan, he had been semi-conscious, and his thin lips had kept moving. Initially, she thought he was moaning in pain and tried to comfort him several times. But upon listening closely, she realized he was calling out Bethany's name.
Samira sighed, suddenly feeling a pang of envy towards Bethany.
If only she could also experience such a love.
When Jonathan returned to the ward, he saw that Bethany was still asleep.
Looking at her curled up under the sheets, he couldn't help but smile.
He had to admit that he had lost control.
Not wanting to wake her, Jonathan quietly took a chair, walked to her bedside, and sat down, gazing at her sleeping face.
The smile in his eyes grew deeper as he watched her.