Chapter 946

After exchanging contact information, they parted ways. Minerva went to see a doctor while Skylar collected Joe's prescription. She returned to Joe's room with the medication.

She had never seen Joe ill enough to require medication. This time, he needed pills for his wounds. Initially, she had only planned to prepare water for him. However, Joe stared at the medicine with disdain.

"My immune system is great. I don't need that."

Skylar thought she'd misheard. She stared at him thoughtfully. "You're not afraid of taking pills, are you?"

She examined the medication: a few capsules and some sugar-coated pills. Swallowing them shouldn't be difficult, and they wouldn't be unpleasant.

Joe's expression froze, as if Skylar had seen through him.

Skylar chuckled inwardly. Joe sometimes had the temper of a child. She said, "I've counted four capsules and two pills. You can swallow them easily. You won't feel a thing. And coincidentally, I have two jellybeans. Why don't you try one afterward?"

Joe glared at Skylar. Did she think he didn't realize she was treating him like a child?

"Jellybeans?"

"Yeah. I don't know if you've ever had them before."

Skylar enjoyed candy occasionally—a childhood habit. Charles and Steven had spoiled her, buying her sweets whenever they treated themselves to snacks. She particularly loved jellybeans; they were never overly sweet.

When Skylar produced the jellybeans, Joe looked away. He was difficult to please, yet he was a patient.

Skylar asked patiently, "What would you like for lunch? I can cook, or should I ask Pearlhall Residence to send something over?"

An idea struck Joe. They were alone in the room.

He stared at Skylar and asked, "Would those jellybeans be sweeter than you?"

Skylar was taken aback. She hadn't expected a sudden suggestive remark from Joe.

Images of their passionate encounters flooded her mind. Skylar gasped, her cheeks flushing slightly. She huffed, "Whatever. Eat them. Or don't."

Joe pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth. With a slight smile, he swallowed the medicine.

"I kinda like it."

His meaning was clear.

Skylar glanced at Joe. Their eyes met. She instantly understood his thoughts.

"Dude, you're wounded from head to toe. You're extremely weak. You shouldn't even be thinking about that."

Weak?

Joe pursed his lips and threatened, "In a few days, I'll show you whether I'm weak or not."

Skylar was speechless. He wasn't weak at all; he usually possessed remarkable stamina.

Two days later, Joe was discharged. His stitches were healing well, and Howard checked on him nightly.