My Wife Act Differently Behind Me

Chapter 2899

Max paused for a moment before hazarding a guess. "By that, you mean they might continue

contacting Lawrence?"

"Even if they are not doing so, we must still keep an eye on Lawrence," Nicole said, though her Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

attention was more focused on the Water Crest itself rather than Lawrence.

"Yes, I will." Max nodded in acknowledgment.

Time passed, and in a blink of an eye, dusk arrived. The good news of the day had finally arrived too:

Charlie had finally regained his consciousness in the hospital.

Lulu proceeded to call Patricia, who rushed over and knelt before Charlie, her eyes wet with tears. "You

shouldn't have saved me! What should I do if something happens to you?”

"Oh you silly girl," Charlie forced a smile, not regretting what he had done, for he was ready to give his

life to ensure her safety.

"Erm, l-l'll go buy you guys dinner," Lulu informed and left the room in a hurry, as she could not

stomach the awkwardness there.

Once outside, Lulu began to frown in confusion. She could not shake the thought that the both of them

shared a rather unusual dynamic in their relationship. The two of them seemed visibly concerned about

each other, yet there was nothing to indicate that they were in a romantic relationship of any sort.

However, having the courage to sacrifice oneself for another person was not something any ordinary

friend could do.

"Could Ellar have fallen in love with the wrong person?" Lulu muttered, thinking that Charlie and

Patricia could very well be a pair of lovers.

"What are you thinking about?" Nicole's voice blared out, causing Lulu to jump in bewilderment.

"Why are you here?" she asked Nicole.

"I'm here to pick you up," Nicole said, gently grabbing Lulu by the arm.

In response, Lulu glanced over at the direction of Charlie's ward and said, "I'll get them dinner first

before I leave."

"I'll walk with you," Nicole said, following Lulu out to buy Charlie and Patricia some dinner.

Back in the ward, Charlie was frowning as he spotted the bandage Patricia had wrapped around her

arm. "You're injured too. Why aren't you getting some much needed rest?"

"I did. Lulu called me up once you were awake," Patricia explained.

After issuing a long sigh, Charlie said, "I don't need you here. Off you go. Get some proper rest,

please."

"I'm fine." Patricia shook her head in refusal, feeling that her injuries were nothing compared to

Charlie’s.

Unable to persuade Patricia to leave him there, Charlie insisted, "Okay. But you must return to your

ward once you're done eating dinner."

"Yeah, yeah," Patricia replied, brushing him off.

Charlie rolled his eyes, and in a bid to ensure he had gotten his point across, he warned, "Well, you

better leave later."

While Patricia seemed to have agreed to his request, she seemed to have done so half-heartedly. And

with Patricia remaining silent, Charlie knew what his gut feelings had told him was right: Patricia had no

intention of leaving.

"Don't worry about me. This is nothing," Charlie said, knowing he was going to get better in a few days.

Patricia bit her lips, her concern for him in full display.

Just as the both of them were stuck in a lockstep, with neither of them being able to have their way,

Lulu and Nicole came in with two boxes of takeout.

"We've arranged a caretaker to look after you. After dinner, you should get more rest. Try to get well

soon. I don't think you like the idea of being stuck here in the hospital." Nicole advised as she placed

the two meals on the table near the foot of the bed.

"Thank you," Patricia and Charlie said in unison.

"That's especially true for you, Patricia. Don't stay here. You must get some proper rest too."

"I will. Don't worry." Patricia smiled, grateful for Lulu's help.

After the two were gone, Patricia unpacked their dinner and brought the cutlery out of the bag. "Don't

move. I'll feed you." Charlie could only look at her and nod. "Alright."

He knew it would be difficult for him to eat on his own. Any movements on his part would cause his

wound to throb in searing pain. Not wanting to strain his already damaged abdominal muscles in fear

that it would affect his recovery, Charlie allowed Patricia to feed him.

Patricia then fed Charlie his dinner, taking care to give him small spoonful so that he would not choke.

It was only after Charlie was done with his meal that Patricia began eating hers.

As the two were talking and eating, they did not notice the person standing in front of the ward, peering

in through the glass window.