Chapter 85

Conrad came back, now wearing a loose blue-and-white striped hospital gown. The oversized fabric didn't hide his raw masculinity-instead, with the neckline slightly open, it showed off his defined collarbones and firm chest. That sharp, cool face of his somehow took on a softer, wilder edge. Calliope stared, completely distracted. "Your back... how's the injury?" she asked, worried. "Got it rebandaged. It's fine now," he answered casually, walking over. His eyes swept across the messy floor, frowning slightly before calmly pressing the call button for housekeeping. Then with no hesitation, he poured out the hot water from the bedside cup and refilled it with room temperature water. "Your throat's still healing. Don't drink anything too hot." His gaze shifted to the fruit basket. "And these-mango, lychee, pineapple-way too allergenic. You better stay away from them." Calliope breathed a small sigh of relief and said, "Then just toss them out, or... maybe give them to your team?" Without