Chapter 335

Charles Hart's lips had just brushed against Stella Johnson's fingertips when the hospital room door slammed open with a loud bang. Michael Anderson stood at the doorway, clutching a thermos container tightly. His face was as pale as the walls, his sharp gaze locked onto their intertwined hands. He demanded, his voice laced with anger, “Charles, just what do you think you’re doing?” Stella, as though jolted by an electric shock, pulled her hand back instantly, her cheeks flushing red. Charles, however, rose slowly and calmly wiped his fingertips on his sleeve. His tone was deliberately provoking: “Perfect timing, Mr. Anderson. Stella just agreed to let me stay and take care of her.” “She agreed?” Michael’s sarcastic laugh pierced the tense air. He strode forward and slammed the thermos onto the table, the silver ear soup splashing slightly from the lid. “You really haven’t changed, have you, Charles? Still as thick-skinned as ever.” Ignoring the daggers being shot from Charles’ eyes, M