Chapter 14

Trevon left the ward, leaving his p***e on Annie's bed.

When Cindy's call came in, Annie cast a sinister gaze at the name displayed on the screen before resting her head back on the bed. A smirk of mockery and satisfaction gradually formed on her lips.

Cindy only made one call and hung up abruptly, leaving Annie somewhat disappointed. In her imagination, Cindy should have persistently and relentlessly harassed Trevon, unwilling to give up.

Otherwise, how could Trevon have ended up in Cindy's bed?

With this thought, Annie's smile instantly disappeared, and she clenched her hands into fists. She had been careless, and she vowed that such a situation would never occur again.

The p***e rang once more.

Annie turned to look, and it was a message.

It was from Cindy.

She immediately picked up the p***e and checked that text.

Trevon hadn't given Cindy any special label, providing a slight semblance of balance for Annie. In Trevon's heart, Cindy was nothing more than a stranger.

[Come home early tonight. I have something to talk about with you.]

'As expected, how could this slut give up so easily?' Annie thought.

Annie's expression turned furious. Her knuckles whitened as she tightly gripped the p***e, muttering to herself, "Go to hell, you wretched woman! Trevon won't come home tonight, and he'll never come back. He'll be by my side for the rest of his life!"

Trembling, she immediately deleted that message.

Footsteps echoed in the corridor, prompting Annie to hastily close the p***e screen, shut her eyes, and pretend to be asleep.

Soon, the door swung open, and Trevon entered.

The distinctive woody fragrance of Trevon's cologne permeated the air around Annie, intensifying Annie's infatuation with him.

She slowly opened her eyes and beheld Trevon holding medicine in his hand, bending down to place it on the bedside table.

Sensing her awakening, he turned his gaze towards Annie.

Their eyes met—her bones tingled with a peculiar numbness, while his expression remained impassive and unaffected.

"Trevon," Annie uttered in a tender and soft voice, extending her arms to embrace Trevon's waist. An exhilarating sensation coursed through her body. How could a man's waist feel so perfect?

Trevon glanced at her and spoke calmly, "Lie down. The doctor said you need to rest properly." With that, he pushed her away.

Annie playfully pouted, pretending to be sulking. "I've been in the hospital for so many days. I've had enough of the taste of the medicine. Trevon, take me home. As long as you're by my side, I'll definitely recover."

"In a few days," Trevon replied, devoid of any emotion.

Just then, Trevon's p***e rang once again.

Annie's expression immediately changed; it must be Cindy calling. Now that Trevon was here, she couldn't hang up directly, but she also didn't want Trevon to answer the call.

"Trevon, I have a headache. Which medicine should I take?" Annie supported her forehead, looking weak.

Trevon didn't answer the call but instead prepared the pills for her, placing them in her palm and handing her a glass of water.

Annie furrowed her brow. "Trevon, the water is too h*t. Could you blow on it for me..."

Before she could finish speaking, Trevon reached over and pressed the call button on her bedside, coldly saying, "Bring a cup of warm water."

Annie couldn't stop him in time.

With that, Trevon turned around and answered the call.

Annie bit her lip, glaring at his p***e with resentment as if it were Cindy herself.

Luckily, it was a man's voice on the other end, and Trevon didn't notice Cindy's missed call. Annie finally let it go.