In Every Life [Jenlisa]

Chapter 74

In her past life, cooking and delivering meals had become the top priority for Jennie every day.

On a not-so-hot autumn noon, a gentle breeze blew into the corridor as Jennie stood at the door of the hospital room and knocked.

Inside, there was a flurry of anxious activity. Jennie tiptoed and peered through the small glass window on the door, seeing Lisa frantically working on his computer.

She pursed her lips and walked in with a stern face.

Seeing the bloodshot eyes of Lisa, Jennie became even angrier and her tone became harsher, "You just had your myopia surgery not long ago and haven't fully recovered yet. You can't use your eyes like this."

It was only these past few days that Jennie learned from the doctor that Lisa had recently undergone myopia surgery.

Now, he had not fully recovered and had been in a car accident, with a backlog of work piling up, forcing him to complete his work while lying in bed. The autumn breeze lifted the gauze curtains, and the morning rain brought a fresh scent of water in the air.

Lisa's leg was still wrapped in a cast, and his stiff hand held a laptop, looking somewhat lost as he lay half-reclined on the bed, neither moving nor still.

He hung his head, his eyelashes trembling slightly, looking pitiful.

At the sight of him, Jennie's heart softened. She remembered her harsh tone earlier and couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

"Um...I was just worried about your health," she squeezed her fingertips and softened her tone slightly.

"I didn't mean to be so harsh."

The man paused, warmth slowly spreading in his eyes.

"Okay," he obediently nodded, putting the laptop aside on the table and whispering, "I'll take good care of myself."

The man, who was usually cold and aloof, hung his head and slouched his shoulders, looking cautious and guarded. It melted Jennie's heart completely.

She walked over and gently held his hand.

His broad palm trembled slightly, as if not used to such intimacy, but also reluctant to let go.

Jennie lowered her eyes and said softly, "Your eyes are red, it hurts me to see."

That hand stiffened for a moment, then softened the next.

His voice was hoarse, and his heart was already pounding almost frantically, but his tone was low and calm, with a forced composure: "I'll only look for a little while every day from now on, really."

"Mm." Jennie nodded, a faint smile spreading across her lips.

She looked up at the red blood vessels in his eyes and gently furrowed her brow.

"I'll go get some eye drops for you."

Lisa's fingertips trembled as he nodded and said, "It's in the bottom drawer."

When Jennie returned, she held a small bottle of eye drops in his hand. As she twisted it open, he said, "Lie down, I'll help you apply it."

He couldn't believe his eyes as he looked at her. His red and tired eyes were still shining with a glimmer of light.

Jennie smiled to himself. Why was he acting so surprised and grateful every day? What would happen in the future?

She leaned over and gently pushed his stiff shoulders back. "Lie down," she repeated softly.

He finally reacted and followed Jennie's movements, leaning back against the headboard and tilting his head slightly.

His face was cold and expressionless, but his tightly clenched hands and slightly trembling eyelashes revealed his inner anticipation and nervousness. For some reason, Jennie found him particularly adorable.