CHAPTER 286: CHAPTER 288: I FEED HIM

Sophie Sullivan couldn’t sleep, her heart heavy with worry.

Being held by the patient, Thomas Shannon, she didn’t dare to move freely for fear of touching his wound.

Sophie glanced at him with disdain. Even in his injured state, he still wants to hold a woman while sleeping. Rascal!

George Stanford was found.

When the man in black found him, he was at the hospital. To save his precious medical records, he had risked entering the fire three times.

He was dragged out by a firefighter and severely scolded.

Finally, he was put in an ambulance and sent to the hospital.

Fortunately, George Stanford’s life was not in danger. He had only suffered minor burns and some respiratory issues due to smoke inhalation.

Those medical records were the achievements and honors of his medical career.

He treasured them.

A single large fire had reduced these treasures to just a few remaining medical records.

His heart was bleeding.

The man in black hired a nurse to take care of him 24 hours a day.

Sophie received the news the next day: George Stanford was okay; he was alive.

She excitedly hugged Thomas Shannon. "Great! My face can be saved!"

The man let out a muffled groan, looking down at Sophie, who was as excited as a little monster in his embrace. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Charlie River watched in trepidation, unable to help reminding her, "Maniac, be careful, Young Master’s wound..."

Only after Charlie River’s reminder did Sophie belatedly remember that Thomas Shannon was injured.

She shamefully released Thomas Shannon, her heart full of guilt. "Thomas Shannon, are you okay?"

The man’s face was slightly cold, a thin layer of cold sweat on his forehead particularly striking. "What do you think?"

His thin lips were pressed tightly, as if the words were squeezed out from between his teeth, chillingly.

Sophie patted his left shoulder guiltily. "Sorry, I got too excited and forgot about your injury."

"Take your hand off."

Sophie reluctantly removed her hand. Now that he’s injured, he calls the shots. Who asked him to find a doctor to treat my face, anyway? I’ll just have to endure him and let him have his way.

"Lift it up."

Sophie lifted her hand as instructed, a puzzled look on her face. Thomas Shannon shot her a cold look. "Help me wipe my sweat."

She couldn’t help but chuckle softly, then raised her hand, her fingertips gently brushing his forehead to wipe away all the sweat. After that, she despicably wiped her hand clean on his clothes.

A mischievous glint flashed in her eyes, her smile irrepressible. She announced proudly, "Done, it’s all clean!"

"You’re asking for trouble!" Thomas Shannon frowned, glanced at his clothes, and grumbled menacingly.

Sophie wasn’t afraid of him. She turned to Charlie River. "Bring the food here. I’ll feed him."

"Yes."

Charlie River pulled out the bedside table, and the maidservant arranged the food on it.

Thomas Shannon’s right hand was injured, making it difficult for him to hold chopsticks or a knife and fork, so Sophie had to serve him.

Of course, Sophie was also Thomas Shannon’s most satisfactory choice in his heart.

"What do you want to eat?" Sophie picked up a cup of yogurt and took a couple of sips herself.

Thomas Shannon’s eyes darkened, his gaze falling on the circle of white yogurt at the corner of her lips. His sexy Adam’s apple bobbed slightly.

Sophie understood and held up the yogurt. "Do you want to drink this?"

Thomas Shannon nodded.

Sophie brought her yogurt to his thin lips, and Thomas Shannon took a sip.