A Call That Changed Her Entire Life

Emily's words gave Sam relief and made him feel less guilty about the way he had behaved with her earlier. Emily's attitude assured him that he had helped improve the relationship between Jacob and Emily.

In the meantime, Emily stared pensively at the man lying unconscious in the sickbed. She walked closer and reached out to touch his face.

It was burning hot.

The memories of seeing every piece of blood soaked gauze being removed, as the doctor changed Jacob's dressing, flooded back to her mind. It had already been a long time since the earthquake happened, but Jacob's wounds hadn't fully healed yet. 'How severe are his injuries?

And why did he save me?'

Emily breathed out softly, dipped a cotton swab in warm water, and moistened Jacob's chapped lips with it.

When she turned round, she found Sam still standing guard, by the door. She went over to him and whispered,"Sam, you may go back to the company to take care of your own business. I will stay here and take care of Jacob."

Sam looked at Emily for a few seconds, and then nodded,"That's so kind of you, Ms. Emily."

'Mr. Jacob always makes special efforts for Ms. Emily. I assume, at this moment, he would want Ms. Emily to be by his side, ' Sam thought, 'so, I guess I should leave instead of standing here as a third wheel.'

Be that as it may, Sam couldn't help worrying for his boss. So instead of standing there, he left for the vacant ward next to Jacob's, and waited, for either his boss or Emily, in case they ever needed anything.

Emily followed Sam to the door, assuming he was heading back to his office. So she called the company to ask for leave. When everything was settled, Emily pulled up and sat on a chair by the sickbed, as she stared quietly at Jacob's handsome but gaunt face.

In her heart, she believed that Jacob was the kind of man who could do anything even when the sky came falling. However, she suddenly realized that, at that moment, he was also an ordinary man who wasn't immune to sickness or injuries.

Everyone had a weakness, so did Emily, and Jacob.

A few hours later, after having an intravenous drip, Jacob's temperature dropped a little, but not significant enough to come down to normal temperature.

Later that afternoon, Emily was feeling hungry because she missed breakfast and lunch and had been sitting in the ward since that morning. She did not worry about Jacob because he was treated with glucose infusion.

Much to her relief, Sam went downstairs and bought lunch for her just in time. Seeing that his boss's condition had stablized, he left to the ward next door again.

began to

staring at her. She turned around, and to her great surprise, she saw Jacob, wide-awake, lying

as she touched Jacob's forehead to check his temperature. She was also glad that Jacob showed no signs of resistance

you still have a fever. How're

her question at once. Out of the blue, he sluggishly raised his eyelids towards Emily

said, he

her fast-food box, and denied Jacob's request,"No, it's almost done, and it is too greasy for

from Jacob, Emily added,"I'll go downstairs and

her for a few seconds and nodded slowly.

helpless puppy who needed someone to take care of him. Emily found Jacob's attitude refreshing, as

as she found herself

Have I completely

I thinking about?

Sam walked in with a bowl

are, Ms.

food just at the right time? Don't tell me that you have been hiding somewhere

continued to deny her suspicions and feign seriousness as he replied,"You are such a joker, Ms. Emily. After I left the hospital, I suddenly remembered that I should have bought some food for Mr. Jacob in case he would be hungry when he woke up. That's why

did not entertain her suspicions any further. She reached out to take the bowl from him and then thanked him. Sam was just glad to see Jacob awake, so he thoughtfully decided to give Emily and his boss some time alone to themselves, before

buy porridge and

as she took the lid off the bowl, the mouth-watering fragrance of the vegetable porridge

at all. Emily took care of everything for him. She washed the spoon, sat by bed, scooped some porridge, carefully blew on it and took it up

staring at Emily expressionlessly, did not open

hungry.

if he was following an order. He opened his mouth slightly and swallowed the porridge

"Does it taste good?"

answering; he was

was cooperative, she didn't mind it. She continued to feed him porridge, one spoon after