They moved to the dining area of the VIP ward and took seats at a table.

Jamie lifted the lid off the pot, filled a bowl, and passed it to him.

Jarrod accepted the bowl and downed the soup in just a few hearty gulps.

"How does it taste? Does it taste the same as the old days? " Jamie asked while staring at him with anticipation.

"It's delicious," Jarrod replied.

As Jamie refilled his bowl, her hand trembled, and she ended up spilling the soup, scalding the back of her hand.

"Ah!" she cried out in pain.

Quick as a flash, Jarrod scooped her up and made a beeline for the sink. He then called a nurse over to apply some ointment to the burn.

While the ointment was being applied, Jamie clung to Jarrod's shirt.

Her face was wet with tears and contorted in pain.

"What are you doing? Can't you see she's in pain?" Jarrod snapped at the nurse.

Startled and terrified, the nurse began applying the medicine with extreme caution.

Jarrod's concern melted Jamie's heart. She pretended to be magnanimous and said, ‘m okay, Jarrod. Don't be so hard on her."

Jarrod eventually calmed down.

After the nurse had applied the ointment on Jamie's hand, Jarrod headed to the bathroom to clean the soup stains off his clothes. As he walked by the nursing station, he overheard two nurses gossiping.

"Did you see that woman who came into the VIP ward with the handsome man yesterday?"

“Which guy are we talking about here?"

"The one with a scar on his forehead. He looks rough around the edges but undeniably handsome.”

“Oh, that handsome guy. What's going on with him?"

“Well, he just brought another woman into the VIP section and asked me to treat her burn. You wouldn't believe how much she was hamming it up. She'd spilled soup on her hand, but it wasn't even that hot.