Beside her, there was an apparently luxurious fruit platter, with grapes picked one by one within it. They glittered in the evening glow, seemingly freshly rinsed.
The grapes were so dark purple they almost looked black—round, plump, and very appetizing.
She moved her lips slightly, and suddenly felt an indescribable warmth in her heart.
Ms. Jarvis had said she wouldn’t let her eat, yet none were left out and were brought over.
Gradually, her gaze beca gentle; indeed, her mom had a sharp tongue but a soft heart.
She faced away, unable to see her stunning features; even just seeing her back lightened her mood.
At this mont, May Sloane opened the door and ca in.
Tiana Thorne called her over.
May Sloane walked over and spoke softly, "Tiana, what’s wrong?"
"How’s Julian Eas?" She was still worried about him.
May Sloane chuckled softly and said relaxedly, "He just woke up and exchanged a few words with , telling you not to worry. He’s fine. Stop overthinking and focus on recovering."
Her gaze fell on Ms. Jarvis lying on the sofa, and her voice turned notably softer as she asked, "How long has she been asleep?"
"She wasn’t asleep when I left the ward half an hour ago. She must have just fallen asleep."
Tiana Thorne searched the room for clothes before finally setting her gaze on the wardrobe, then whispered, "The room is a bit chilly; lower your voice and fetch a quilt from the cupboard. I can’t let my mom catch cold."
"Okay, I’ll go now."
She added, "Get a smaller quilt—it shouldn’t be too heavy, or she’ll wake up."
May Sloane nodded, "Got it."
For Ms. Jarvis, a pampered, high-society woman, to take care of her as a patient was indeed sowhat demanding. If she got sick, it would waste this precious ti her brother had arranged for them to be together.
May Sloane carefully draped the quilt over her and left after everything was in order.
She looked at May Sloane’s slightly weary face and tenderly pinched her cheek, advising, "You’ve worked hard these past few days. Go ho and sleep; co back tomorrow."
"But..."
"Don’t worry, I’m not that fragile," she interrupted with a headshake.
"Alright then."
May Sloane picked up her handbag and walked out, closing the ward door quietly.
At this mont, Rouge Jarvis, leaning on the sofa, slowly opened her eyes, a touch of emotion in her beautiful, fox-like eyes.
Ever since her youngest daughter passed away, her sleep quality had plumted.
She was already awake when May Sloane ca in.
Initially wanting to get up, she heard Tiana Thorne softly call out to May Sloane and inexplicably remained still, pretending to be asleep.
After all, she always believed Tiana Thorne to be a woman with unscrupulous thods and deep scheming; only a person like her could be so familiar with several of her sons at once.
Unexpectedly, she rely inquired about the condition of the artist who had saved her and asked May Sloane to cover her with a blanket.
If she hadn’t misheard, Tiana Thorne referred to her as ’mom’ to May Sloane.
In a daze, she recalled Tiana calling her ’mom’ repeatedly over the phone earlier. She hadn’t thought it strange at the ti, assuming she was playing along with Maxim’s role.
Now...
Her breathing deepened slightly, feeling a trembling in her heart she couldn’t resist.
Why did Tiana Thorne call her ’mom’?
Was it because she was Maxim’s girlfriend and subconsciously expected they’d one day be mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, so she prefaced the address?
Yet the genuine care in her voice made her sowhat bewildered.
At this mont, she felt warmth enveloping her, with a comforting sensation reaching her heart.
This was the first ti such a feeling had arisen rely because a stranger girl called her ’mom.’
To stop herself from overthinking, she moved slightly, pretending to have just woken up, and unfolded the small blanket, supporting herself on the sofa as she sat up, looking at her.
Tiana Thorne was scrolling through Weibo, the top trending topics filled with her and Julian Eas.
She had just co across a new piece of gossip about them.
#Julian Eas and Tiana Thorne are an unannounced couple; risking life to save each other at crucial monts. Such a man is worth marrying!#
The comnts underneath were remarkable.
"Trashy marketing account, don’t you feel sick eating a bloody bun?"
"Tiana is a single girl, cooperating with Julian Eas only. Stop swaying opinions to earn publicity money."
"Oh my gosh, is this true? Then, they must stay safe, announce their relationship soon, be together well, and have a long-lasting blessing."
"What nonsense? Are they a couple?! My idol is bedridden, unable to move. If Tiana Thorne dislikes him for this, betraying my idol, I won’t let her off."
"Adversity reveals true feelings. Regardless if it’s a publicity stunt or genuine, hope they truly co together after this life-or-death ordeal."
"Tiana Thorne is beneath Julian Eas."
"Stop spreading rumors; they’re not a couple at all. Shaless marketing account."
"Give a like, grab so pop-corn—I wonder if this gossip is juicy or not."
Tiana Thorne seed unfazed by these, opening her hopage and posting a text-only tweet: "I am well, don’t worry."
After setting down her phone, she realized her mom was awake—just in ti for her to look over too. Their eyes t, and she smirked playfully, "Were the grapes and sweets prepared for ?"
Rouge Jarvis squinted slightly, staying silent, face calm, yet internally, she felt a bit of turmoil, as her blunt, soul-searching question showed no lenience.
Tiana Thorne licked her lips, seemingly oblivious to her sowhat uninterested deanor, casually asked again, "What about the waterlon?"
She picked up the grapes and approached, placing them within reach on the bedside table, and coldly remarked, "Waterlon is a cold fruit; given your current condition, you shouldn’t eat it. Recover soon so I can leave the hospital."
Oh.
So, it’s for parting ways with her as soon as possible.
Or was it just an excuse for kindness towards her?
She raised her brow but didn’t probe further, picking up a grape, savoring its sweet, refreshing taste, which she especially liked.
She picked up one and offered it to her, "You should have so too."
Rouge Jarvis’s gaze lingered on that grape for a mont, a dazed look in her eyes but quickly pulled her sight away, "I won’t have any."
"Alright."
She didn’t mind, having shared it, and since she wouldn’t eat, she’ll have them all.
Rouge Jarvis watched her stuff one grape after another into her mouth without stopping, and her eyes darkened slightly.
Nathan had ntioned her current condition couldn’t handle too many sugary fruits.
How co she never realized she had such a childlike personality?
She furrowed her brow, walked over, and without a word, picked a grape and put it into her mouth, biting down—it truly was sweet.
Tiana Thorne’s charming eyes glinted mischievously, lips slightly curled, feeling this grape in her mouth sweeter than the previous ones.
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