Next Man, Better Plan novel Chapter 33

After a long day at work, Jonathan arrived at the hospital carrying a container of nourishing soup.

In the hospital room, someone else was now in Stephanie's bed.

The nurse from the previous night saw him and asked, surprised, "Oh? Your girlfriend was discharged this morning. Didn't you know?"

Jonathan frowned. Discharged?

He took out his phone and made a call.

Back at the restaurant, Stephanie's phone, which was on the table, started ringing. She wasn't in the habit of answering unknown numbers, so she casually declined the call.

A text message came through from the same number.

Stephanie glanced down at it: Playing hard to get?

She replied: Who is this?

Jonathan. The guy who saved your life. Twice.

Stephanie's fingers curled slightly.

Jonathan had carried her into the ER last night and even stayed by her side all night. When she woke up this morning and he was gone, she assumed he wouldn't be back. She never expected him to visit her at the hospital again.

Stephanie wasn't ungrateful. She tapped out a reply: ...I was discharged. I forgot to tell you.

Jonathan: Forgot to tell me, or didn't save my number?

Stephanie: ...

Alright, she had to admit it. She had an instinct to keep her distance from Jonathan. Their last encounter had been too forward. That kiss... it gave her the impression he was just acting on lust, and it had genuinely frightened her.

But last night, he had been a perfect gentleman. Stephanie couldn't quite figure out what kind of person he truly was.

While she was lost in thought, another message arrived.

This time it was a photo. It showed a long, slender hand holding a thermal food container in a hospital hallway. The visible fingernails were neatly trimmed and clean.

Looks like the stray cats outside the hospital are in for a treat.

Was the food in the container for her?

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