Chapter 615 Don't Want to Disturb Her
After hanging up, Heather got up and stretched out her sore shoulders and neck. She tiptoed over to Yancy's bedside. Yancy had his eyes shut, leaning against a soft pillow, looking all comfy. His eyelashes fluttered a bit.
Heather adjusted Yancy's blanket, turned off the light, and was about to crash on the sofa.
But just as she turned around, Yancy grabbed her fingers.
Heather looked at his hand. "Did I wake you up?"
Actually, Yancy hadn't been asleep at all. He was just resting with his eyes closed. The wounds on his body were killing him, swollen and itchy, making it impossible to get any real sleep. Yancy wanted to get up. He gently pressed his wound, and Heather helped him. "Don't move. What do you need?"
Yancy saw the worry in Heather's eyes and gave a slight smile. "Wanna help me out?"
Heather nodded.
Whatever Yancy needed, she was there for him. She'd taken care of her grandma in the hospital before.
Yancy glanced towards the restroom and whistled. Heather blushed, getting what he meant. She rolled her eyes at him, bent down, and supported his arm.
Yancy's wound was on his abdomen. He'd just woken up that afternoon, and without anesthesia, every step made him break out in a sweat. Heather helped him to the restroom door. Seeing Yancy's pale face and the sweat on his forehead, she didn't feel right letting him go in alone.
Heather didn't hesitate and helped him inside.
Yancy said, "Hold me steady."
Heather asked, "Can't you do it yourself?"
Yancy replied, "It hurts."
Heather called him out. "Your hands aren't injured. Why does it hurt?"
"Heather, how can you be so heartless? I did this for..." Yancy's voice trailed off. He almost slipped up.
But Heather sensed something wrong. "For what?" She looked at Yancy's face. "What did you just say?"
"I just said I'm very handsome, and you're very beautiful. We make a great pair." He reached out, his long arm hooking around Heather's slender shoulder, leaning against her. Heather supported Yancy as they stumbled out, but she kept Yancy's words in mind.
"What did you say? For what? Is it about your injury?" Heather asked anxiously, repeating her questions.
Yancy dodged, saying he was tired and wanted to rest. Heather didn't push it, helping him lie down. She looked at Yancy's high nose bridge, tucked him in, and turned off the light, leaving only a dim bedside lamp. Heather sat by the bed.
Her mind was racing.
Was it for her?
Was it because of Frank?
Did Yancy get into trouble because he was trying to find out about Frank for her?
Heather hadn't expected that this would get Yancy into trouble.
She never meant to hurt anyone.
Lowering her eyes, Heather sighed softly.
Her nose felt a bit sore and uncomfortable
Heather's lips trembled as she spoke, "Is it because of Frank?"
Yancy sighed softly, his voice gentle and low. "Heather, don't overthink it. It's not because of you."
"Then what is it?" Heather's eyes reddened. "Tell me what it is."
Yancy closed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering. "It's my personal matter."
Heather said, "I don't buy that."
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