Chapter 178

Still shaken and feeling unsettled, I saw Luke suddenly push the door open, holding a glass of water. Although he looked better, there was still a hint of illness on his face. Standing at the doorway, his expression was calm and his voice as cold as ever, "You're awake."

I couldn't believe it—how did taking care of a patient turn into me sleeping in his bed and him bringing me water? I felt awful.

"Drink some water," Luke said, stepping forward and handing me the glass.

I quickly jumped out of bed, but I twisted my ankle in the process. The next thing I knew, I fell forward onto Luke.

Great, now there was no way I could explain this away!

Such a cliché scene from a novel, happening to me—of all people—right now, and with Luke!

Luckily, fate was kind to me. I didn't knock him over or pin him against the wall. Luke just steadied me, gripping my arm tightly. I saw a flicker of tension in his eyes and a furrow in his brow. If it weren't for the fact that I had taken care of him all n