Chapter 30

Julie thought Loetan hadn't realized his allergy to certain foods. But it turned out he was fully aware. So, why did he still eat them?

She glanced at Lucian, confused.

Lucian, feeling a little guilty, avoided her gaze. “Maine, you should offer your mouth to someone who needs it.”

“You fool!”

He walked over to Julie. “Julie, let’s go. Don’t bother with Loetan; even if he suffers, he deserves it.”

She failed to pull her away, but Julie stayed where she was, waiting.

Blaine looked puzzled, asking, “Aren’t you coming with me?”

“He doesn’t have anyone to take care of him,” she replied.

Blaine rolled his eyes. “Who cares if he does? He chose to eat that food. Let him suffer the consequences. Come on, I’ll take you to Fragrance House for some spicy food.” Julie shook her head. After all, Lucian was lying here hooked up to an IV drip because of her. It didn’t feel right to just leave.

She awkwardly said, “I’d get him roasted beet and clam chowder…”

Blaine was dumbfounded.

The thing he hated most was love-struck people, and his friend was exactly that. Blaine shot a disgusted look at Lucian. “Lucian, you big idiot! Don’t you care about your life?”

“Fine, I’ll go. I don’t want to hang around with a love-struck idiot. Don’t want to catch whatever disease you have.”

With that, he turned and headed for the door. But he bumped right into the doctor, who had come to check on Lucian.

“The family should handle the hospitalization,” the doctor said flatly.

Blaine paused, surprised. “Is it that serious?”

“An allergic reaction can be life-threatening. How could it not be serious?” the doctor replied.

Julie felt even more guilty. Sensing her reaction, Lucian frowned. “Enough. It’s not that dramatic.”

He glanced at Blaine and gave a slight nod. “Go.”

“Where?”

Lucian coolly said, “Handle the hospitalization.”

Blaine clenched his teeth in frustration. Seriously! It was the first time he had seen someone so arrogant while asking for a favor. And this person was his friend. He must have been blind to have ever befriended someone like Lucian.

“Luce, I’m your friend—not your lackey.”

Just because he was told to do something, did he have to lose his dignity and obey orders?

Lucian remained silent, his expression unreadable.

Blaine felt a little guilty, but before he could retort, Julie stood up. “I’ll go. What do you need?”

Seeing this, Blaine took the chance to give in. “No, I’ll go. You stay here and enjoy the warmth. It’s cold outside.”

He headed toward the door, but the next moment, Lucian’s weak voice came through. “Grab the bag for me. I need to go to the bathroom.”

Blaine’s frustration flared up, and he rolled up his sleeves, looking like he was ready to fight.

“Lucian, you’re acting like a woman, always complaining about everything!” Despite his anger, Blaine still walked over to help with the IV bag. Lucian turned on the bed and glanced at Julie. “My ID is in the drawer. Just take my ID card and handle the hospitalization. Sorry for the trouble.” Lucian spoke politely, but Blaine noticed a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

When Julie left, Blaine looked at the man standing by the bed and immediately called him out, “Luce, you did that on purpose, didn’t you?” Lucian shot him a faint glance. “Did what on purpose?”

Blaine grinned mischievously. “You’re crafty.”

Lucian finished his business and lay back on the bed, savoring the doctor’s earlier words with a barely contained smile.

“Didn’t you hear what the doctor said? The family should handle the hospitalization.”