For a moment, the hospital room was left with just the three of them.
Jesse Rowan deliberately moved closer to Joan Harry, his fingertips gently brushing her chin: "Joan, taking care of your father is my responsibility. Why aren't you letting me worry about it, hmm?"
Joan Harry despised his insincere expression and turned her head away: "My dad isn't in serious danger."
"Look at you, so unfilial. He's still not discharged, yet you say he's fine? I brought some fruits and supplements for him."
Joan Harry's lips moved slightly, about to say "Take it back," but she swallowed her words.
When it came to Jesse Rowan, she could never gain the upper hand.
She was always the one losing.
Jesse Rowan's finger was still lifting her chin. Noticing her pale expression, he smirked and said, "What's the matter? Don't like me? Or is it that you don't want to see me?"
"No," she denied flatly.
