OLIVIA'S REJECTION 3

Likewise, it enabled her head to be raised by a nurse, who was checking the progress of her drip. When the nurse saw him standing by the door, she said, “Kindly come in. Did you get the fruits?”

“Yes nurse.”

“It is all right. You can serve her,” the nurse said, and excused herself. Now, Olivia looked searchingly at the young man, who was holding a pack before her. She was certain that she had not met him before, except three hours ago.

“Hello, can I sit down?” He asked, and moved his eyes from Olivia to the visitor's seat beside the bed.

“Oh! Kindly do. I greatly appreciate your help.”

“You are welcome,” he said, and sat down. Then, he handed over the fruit pack and skewer stick to her after peeling off the cling film. She collected it and glanced at him, then, back to the fruit, before she muttered, “Thank you.”

“It is my pleasure. The nurse said you need it. Eat.”

Furthermore, she began to eat the chunks of watermelon. Louis, who had noticed that she was not comfortable with his pre