Chapter 1003: Chapter 1003: Getting Very Close to Sylvan Cheney Chapter 1003: Chapter 1003: Getting Very Close to Sylvan Cheney Sylvan Cheney put down his phone, silent.
For a mont, the hospital room was as quiet as a graveyard.
Suddenly—
The doorbell of the hospital room rang.
“Co in,” Sylvan said indifferently.
“Mr. Cheney, I heard you were ill, so I ca to see you,” Joan Harry appeared in the hospital room wearing a light blue dress, holding a basket of fruit.
Her demure face reflected concern as her eyes fell upon Sylvan.
“It’s nothing.”
“How can it be nothing? I heard from the doctor you need to be hospitalized! Mr. Cheney, you can’t joke about your health; if there’s anything bothering you, you need to talk about it. I’m willing to listen,” Joan said with a smile.
She sat on the sofa and peeled an apple.
“I even made you so jujube porridge for nourishing your stomach. You need to take good care of yourself these few days, Mr. Cheney, and not neglect your health.”
After peeling the apple, Joan took out the jujube porridge she had brought with her.
“Back when I was at university abroad and living alone, I learned to cook a few dishes. This jujube porridge is my specialty; try so, Mr. Cheney!” Joan said. “It’s still warm.”
“Thank you, but I’m not hungry right now.”
“Um… then I’ll leave it here. Rember to drink it.”
Joan was like a fresh breeze; the mont she ca in, the atmosphere beca much livelier.
Charles McIntosh did not co in. anwhile, a nurse arrived to remove Sylvan’s IV.
Joan was peeling apples and pouring hot water, bustling about warmly.
There was an indescribable feeling in Sylvan’s heart.
“Mr. Cheney, just focus on getting better in the hospital for the next few days; don’t worry, I’ve taken care of your office work. Mr. McIntosh is handling the complex stuff, and I’m here for the simple matters!” Joan whispered softly. “So, just focus on recovering.”
She had already joined the Cheney Family, becoming a mber of the secretarial departnt.
“Although I’m not very familiar with the Cheney enterprise yet, I will get up to speed as quickly as possible and be a good employee,” Joan said with a laugh, her eyes turning into crescents when she did.
Knowing Sylvan wasn’t much for conversation, she was used to it and kept talking.
“I visited the orphanage again yesterday. A few children were adopted, and we have so new arrivals, including a three-month-old baby girl. She’s quite pitiful,” she sighed, “but she’s really pretty, all pink and lovable. Mr. Cheney, shall we bring so more formula the next ti we go?”
“Mm.”
“Yesterday I brought them snacks, stationery, and clothes; they all seed really happy. I like it when they call ‘sister.’ Seeing them happy makes content,” Joan flipped through her phone, “I took a lot of photos; I’ll show you.”
She sat beside the bed and showed Sylvan the photos one by one.
There were pictures of her playing gas with the children, photos of the children eating, and pictures of the new facilities at the orphanage.
In every photo, Joan appeared extrely happy, without a single worry.
The children also seed to like her and weren’t shy.
Joan was sitting very close to Sylvan.
“Ahem.”
While Joan was showing the photos, the partially closed door to the hospital room was pushed open, and a man cleared his throat.
Joan’s complexion faltered, and she quickly stood up, putting away her phone.
Zaiden Santos removed his sunglasses, “Sorry to disturb you.”
“Mr. Santos is joking,” Joan said with a smile. “You talk; I just rembered I left sothing in the car, I’ll go down to get it.”
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