Chapter 607

When Noelle woke up, it was evening.

Quentin sat in a chair beside her bed, intently peeling an apple. Noelle blinked, still a bit disoriented, until she recognized the familiar figure.

"Working while running a fever—Dr. Xanthos, you're quite dedicated," Quentin said, cutting the peeled apple into small slices and sticking a toothpick into one.

Noelle turned her gaze toward the window, avoiding him. "How did Mr. Lowe know I had a fever? Were you just lurking around the hospital, waiting for me to pass out so you could enjoy the show?"

She spoke calmly, her voice void of emotion, like still water.

Quentin offered her a slice of apple. "You've slept all afternoon. Eat a piece."

Noelle didn't take it.

"It's not poisoned," Quentin added, holding the apple stubbornly near her mouth.

Noelle's lips curled into a sarcastic smile, but she still didn't take the apple. "I can't afford to accept Mr. Lowe's kindness."

She tossed the blanket aside, preparing to get out of bed.

Quentin gra