Chapter 507
Chapter 507:
“I didn’t even say anything! Other than ‘thank you’ and ‘please come in,’ I swear I kept my mouth shut p>
But Fiona wasn’t buying it. She rolled her eyes, refusing to dignify his defense with an answer.
A sharp rap on the door cut through the tension, followed by the click of the handle. Another nurse stepped inside, cradling a bouquet of fresh roses. “Mr. Saunders, these are for you,” she said with a cheerful smile, “wishing you a speedy recovery p>
Brenden blinked at the flowers in his hands, completely lost. “Wait, do patients get flowers now p>
The nurse laughed softly. “Not usually. A girl named Daisy asked us to deliver them p>
As the explanation spilled out, the situation became absurd. Daisy had been parading his name around the hospital, telling anyone who would listen about his heroic deeds.
The nurses were now smitten, and Daisy had arranged for daily flower deliveries for the next two weeks.
Across the room, Fiona’s expression darkened, her simmering irritation settling into a quiet, dangerous calm.
𝗔𝗱𝖽𝘪𝗰𝘵𝗂ve 𝘯𝗈𝘃𝗲𝘭ѕ 𝗈𝗻
Brenden stared down at the roses, caught between amusement and panic, unsure if he should keep them or toss them straight into the trash.
The air between them grew thick and tense.
Lowering his gaze, Brenden’s eyes caught on Fiona’s glossy, perfectly shaped nails, with delicate lettering etched across them. His face brightened, as if he’d stumbled on the perfect way to break the icy silence.
“Hey,” he said, his tone almost hopeful, “where’d you get your nails done? The lettering’s really nice! Maybe you could take me to get mine done too p>
Fiona just stared at him, utterly speechless.
Was he serious? Of all things, nails? Right now?
She had no patience for his nonsense, not with her temper still simmering. Turning sharply, she yanked open the door, desperate to get out of the room, only to nearly collide with Gabriela.
Gabriela, holding an elegant fruit basket, blinked in surprise. She’d been meaning to visit Brenden. After all, he had saved her more than once, and courtesy demanded at least a quick check-in.
What she hadn’t expected was to run straight into Fiona.
Fiona’s eyes darted to the basket, her expression souring like spoiled milk.
Her voice turned sharp and cold. “And what exactly are you doing here p>
“Mr. Saunders is injured,” Gabriela replied evenly. “I came to see how he’s doing p>
Without waiting for a response, she stepped past Fiona and into the room with quiet grace.
Brenden’s face lit up the moment he saw her. “Gabriela! What a surprise. What brings you here p>
“Loretta mentioned you weren’t well,” Gabriela said softly, placing the basket on the bedside cabinet. “I thought I’d stop by and check on you. Are you feeling any better p>
“Much better now,” Brenden said, warmth flooding his voice. “Oh, and that sandwich this morning? Amazing. Loretta said you made it p>
“I was up early, so I figured, why not p>
A faint blush touched Gabriela’s cheeks. The truth was, the sandwich had been for Wesley. Brenden’s share was merely an afterthought.
“It was better than anything I’ve bought. I wouldn’t mind another one tomorrow,” Brenden said with a boyish grin.
“If I wake up early enough, I’ll make one and ask Loretta to bring it over,” Gabriela replied, her tone light but kind.
Their conversation flowed with an ease that made the room hum with quiet harmony.
Except for Fiona, who stood frozen on the sidelines as her irritation stirred within her. “Brenden, I’m leaving p>