Chapter 223

On that narrow hospital cot, Conrad was lounging against the headboard, looking totally unbothered, with a woman curled up in his arms. Her entire head was buried against his chest, and the blanket wrapped her up tight from head to toe. But somehow, the blanket only went up to his waist, leaving his long, lean legs completely exposed. He still had the hospital gown on top, but the matching pants? Half of them hung off the edge of the bed, the rest just puddled on the floor. It was... a lot to take in. The room froze. Under a dozen shocked and confused stares, Conrad didn't even flinch. He calmly leaned over, picked up his pants off the edge of the bed, looking zero percent embarrassed and one hundred percent pissed at being disturbed. He threw everyone a deathly cold glare. "What, enjoyin' the view?" His voice was low and rough as if it had substance. His eyes, that vibe-he was the half-naked one here, yet every doctor and nurse in their white coats suddenly felt like they were the one