Chapter 1201: Chapter 1201: I Want to Be Discharged
Watching Oliver Hudson walking in, Annie Anne’s expression was calm and indifferent.
"Isn’t the company really busy?"
Annie Anne lifted her gaze and glanced at Oliver Hudson. He had been accompanying her in the hospital during the morning, but then he hurriedly left for the company after receiving a call from his assistant.
Actually, throughout the time of Annie Anne’s hospitalization, Oliver Hudson spent almost all his time at the hospital.
Unless there was something urgent to deal with, he generally wouldn’t leave. He would even handle some documents in the hospital.
Initially, Annie Anne didn’t want Oliver Hudson to stay with her, but he never listened to what she said, doing things his own way. Eventually, Annie Anne stopped saying anything; what Oliver Hudson wanted to do had nothing to do with her.
Although the two of them were in the hospital room every day, they hardly spoke to each other, quietly passing the time minute by minute.
"Just some minor issues, they were dealt with quickly."
Oliver Hudson replied, then sat down by Annie Anne’s bed as if he had done it many times before and began to peel an orange for her from the fruit tray.
Annie Anne diverted her gaze; Oliver Hudson’s hands were beautiful, making the task seem pleasing to the eye.
She used to love holding Oliver Hudson’s hands. Being naturally cold, her hands would often get chilly, so she would occasionally place her own hands in the warmth of Oliver Hudson’s.
Annie Anne took only a glance before moving her sight back to the window.
Watching the tree leaves shake off from the birds landing on the sill, Annie Anne slowly spoke, "Oliver Hudson, I want to be discharged."
Oliver Hudson’s actions paused slightly upon hearing Annie Anne’s words, but in the next second, he continued peeling, simply lifting his eyes to look at Annie Anne, almost without hesitation, he rejected her wish.
"No, your injuries haven’t healed yet; you can’t be discharged."
"The broken bones have been set back in place, and the wound has been stitched up; there’s not much difference between staying at home and staying in the hospital. Either way, I’d just be lying in bed."
Annie Anne spoke casually, taking a glance at the peeled orange Oliver Hudson was holding out to her, but she made no move to take it.
"I disagree."
Oliver Hudson responded slowly, then brought a segment of the orange to Annie Anne’s mouth, seemingly indifferent to her refusal.
His tone was gentle, but it carried an authority that was hard to resist.
"Be good, and recover patiently in the hospital."
Even a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his tone as if he were patiently coaxing a stubborn child.
Upon seeing Oliver Hudson’s demeanor, a soft light flickered through Annie Anne’s beautiful eyes, and then she slowly lifted her arm and embraced Oliver Hudson sitting by the bed.
Such an action completely surprised Oliver Hudson, and for once, a crack appeared on his usually imperturbable face.
Although he knew that Annie Anne’s behavior was abnormal, her initiative still pleased Oliver Hudson.
Oliver Hudson’s brows and eyes softened as he gently stroked Annie Anne’s soft long hair.
"But I don’t want to stay here; I want to leave."
Annie Anne pressed her cheek against Oliver Hudson’s shoulder, her voice carrying a hint of stubbornness.