"I'll eat when I'm hungry! Go. I'm fine."

Alexis scrutinized him, her gaze suddenly drawn to the bedside table.

Several photos adorned it.

All captured moments with Leonel. In one, he had her pinned against a car, the intimacy palpable.

Alexis picked up the photos and flipped through them.

"Did you have me followed?"

She tossed the photos in front of Calvin.

Calvin retrieved the images, his expression more indignant than ever.

"Yes! I had you followed. I was losing my mind without you, but I hesitated to call. I feared you'd see me as bothersome, worry that I'm not as mature as him! Despite everything, I don't want to messed up things and drive you away!"

After Calvin poured out his feelings, a heavy silence enveloped the room.

His heart pounded as if it would get out of his chest.

He had never poured out his emotions to Alexis in such an intense way before.

Alexis appeared bewildered.

It took her a considerable moment before her lips stirred. She seemed on the verge of explaining something to him but eventually decided against it.

After a prolonged pause, she finally uttered hoarsely, "Concentrate on getting better."

As she departed, Calvin called her name.

But Alexis didn't stop. The long, vacant hospital corridor reverberated with the sharp clatter of high heels.

Despite the coat she wore, a chilling cold lingered within.

She recalled that night when she initially brought Calvin home; he clung to her, unwilling to release her embrace.

He regarded her as his savior.