When we returned to the hospital ward, we found Joshua massaging Lynda’s head.
He immediately pulled away when he saw me and instinctively started to explain himself. “Lyn said her head hurts, so I’m just helping her out.”
Joshua had always addressed Lynda by her first name. It seemed like he was adapting rather quickly now.
Upon hearing his words, Lynda said, displeased, “Sam wouldn’t mind us. We’re happily married after all!”
It seemed like she had misunderstood what Joshua meant, but I knew she had done it on purpose. I caught the flash of provocation in her gaze.
Perhaps it was because I was still around, but Samantha seemed a little uneasy. She laughed awkwardly before saying, “That’s right. I’m good as long as you’re happily married.”
She then quickly changed the subject. “I bought you some food. Go ahead and have some.”
Samantha was about to open the takeout box when Lynda continued to cause trouble. She said, “My arm hurts, Joseph. Can you feed me instead?”
Joshua readily agreed, yet his hands trembled the entire time. Sweat started beading on his forehead. Every time our eyes met, he appeared tense.
Was it out of nervousness? Perhaps so. But I had a feeling he was more worried about me causing a scene.
I calmly watched Joshua make a fool of himself.
The same scene happened in my past life as well. At that time, I found it hard to watch, so I turned around and left.
Looking back now, my departure actually played right into their hands. Otherwise, they would’ve acted like how they were now—nervous and uneasy.
Finally, after Lynda had eaten her fill, Joshua hurried away to handle the discharge procedures. With that, I knew the real drama was just about to begin.
