Fell In Love With You In The Wrong Time

Kathleen nodded in acknowledgement.

It wasn’t long before Richard arrived in the hospital room.

“You’re awake, Ms. Johnson. You barely avoided a lung infection caused by dehydration. I’d suggest you stay put for two more days for observation, just to be safe.”

“Is it mandatory?” Kathleen questioned with a grimace.

“But of course. You wouldn’t want to deal with complications from the flu,” Richard answered sternly in a tone that warranted no objection. “Rest well.”

He then turned to address Wynnie and Calvin who were at the corner. “Were either one of you aware of his eating habits? My diagnosis shows that his gastroenteritis was caused by irregular eating schedules.”

Wynnie wrung her hands in concern. “You know how stubborn he can be.”

“That boy is digging his own grave if he continues neglecting his health,” Richard announced baldly while Wynnie continued studying her son’s sickly pale features.

It was at that moment that Tyson strode into the room.

“Tyson, has Samuel been eating at all recently?” Wynnie questioned hurriedly.

“But of course. However, the food prepared was not up to his standard, insomuch that he barely consumed several morsels out of each meal. I tried convincing him but to no avail.”

“How is he such a picky eater?” Wynnie exclaimed in exasperation.

“I remember Mr. Macari enjoying the meal prepared by Ms. Johnson last time. He finished eating it.” Tyson darted a meaningful glance toward Samuel.

Wynnie crossed her arms. “Kathleen won’t always be around at his beck and call. He can jolly well learn to care for himself.”

Kathleen flushed at the sudden turn of events.

She recalled the time he completely devoured the plain oatmeal she prepared and felt an inexplicable surge of sympathy for Samuel.

Just then, Samuel began to stir, his eyes opening groggily.

Wynnie rushed toward her son. “Are you feeling any better? With the way you’re treating your body right now, you might as well be planning for an early death!”

“I’m fine, all right?”

“You’re as stubborn as a mule. Is eating such a harrowing ordeal? I wouldn’t have given birth to you if I’d known you’d turn out this way!” Wynnie’s anger was irrepressible.

Samuel chose to remain silent but discreetly directed a knife-sharp glare at Tyson.

God knows why you contacted Mom!

the cold sweat

You wouldn’t be staying in the same room as

couldn’t care less if you were to ruin yourself,” Wynnie huffed as she stalked out

Calvin as he hurried after his wife without a care in the world for

to speak up when Samuel

my head,” Samuel uttered while shutting his eyes, signaling the end of their

brows in question

only when she waved him on that Tyson finally departed from the

sucked in a breath and let his eyes wander over the stark

voice disrupted his ruminations. “Why weren’t you eating on

also dressed in a hospital

that this rooming arrangement was because the hospital was full, though I doubt

mind was churning with a sea of

Am I dreaming?

to stare at the ceiling. “Your parents were worried sick. Couldn’t you at least try to allay their fears by

you?” asked Samuel instead

a

Samuel dipped his head.

still felt like he was

for his phone and tapped on the message notifications

Richard had no plans of incurring the wrath of Samuel,

phone and collected himself. “Are you

have to remain admitted for

Doesn’t this

Samuel’s heart dropped.

at their doorstep turned

in and gave

mistaken your room

you doing here,

myself,” said Charles in bewilderment as his eyes darted between

This peculiar situation was entirely coincidental. The hospital was out of available rooms, so

eyed

me that look. I was unconscious all this while

was unconvinced. “Is that

can testify to that. He was truly left in the

staying with that abominable man. “I’ll arrange for you to switch rooms right this instant. If there still aren’t any available,

advised against moving around too

held his palm against Kathleen’s forehead. “That production team be damned. Their entire team should be dismissed for such

and said soothingly, “Forget