Hannah must've felt so lonely lately that she gave me that intense, seductive look.
"What's up? Is your husband too busy with work to pay attention to you again?" I teased, lightly touching the corner of her eye.
"Why should I tell you?" she shot back.
Hannah's eyes locked onto mine, and she pressed her hand firmly on my stomach before gracefully jumping off me. Without another glance, she walked away, leaving me confused and alone on the bed.
Did Hannah just flirt with me and then bail?
How could I let her get away with that? Sooner or later, I'd make sure to get even.
Today, Ryan was coming to see Hannah for some infertility treatment, which gave me a perfect excuse to stick around until the evening.
So, I wasn't in a rush. I lay back and hid under the covers, resting my head on my bent arm while I watched videos on my phone.
Suddenly, a message from Catherine popped up.
I clicked on it and saw she had sent me over a dozen messages.
There were even missed calls from her, made in the middle of the night and this morning.
It was clear she was worried, given how much she texted after the calls.
I was about to reply when the door to the ward opened again.
It was Hannah again, pushing in a treatment cart loaded with equipment.
There were medicine bottles, sharp needles gleaming, and long thin tubes. She came over and tied a rubber tourniquet around my arm, then gently patted the area.
Next, she wiped the back of my hand with a cotton swab dipped in iodine. She took a needle from the cart, pierced the rubber stopper on the IV bottle, and extended the tubing, squeezing out some liquid to ensure the flow.
Hannah then used another needle to pierce the back of my hand. She took out two adhesive strips from the cart and secured the needle to the back of my hand.
She was super quick with the IV. I didn't even feel the pain before she had the needle in.
"Keep an eye on the IV bottle yourself. Call me when it's almost done. Don't let the needle backflow, got it?" Hannah said as she tidied up the cart.
"Got it, Dr. Lopez," I replied.
After that, Hannah left the ward to attend to other patients.
Finally, I had the chance to reply to Catherine's messages, but with an IV in the back of my hand, my movements were limited.
I could only hold the phone with my left hand and type with my right.
[Sorry, Catherine, I suddenly had a high fever and had to be hospitalized. I'm currently getting IV treatment at the hospital.]
Then, I recorded a quick video of my left hand with the phone and sent it to Catherine.
Catherine immediately called for a video chat.
"Why did you suddenly end up in the hospital? How are you feeling now?" she asked, concerned.
"I'm much better now. I just woke up, and the doctor gave me an IV. I'm not feeling any major discomfort. I'll come see you tomorrow," I replied slowly.
Touched by my words, Catherine looked at me with a softened expression, a hint of tenderness in her eyes.
"You should rest well there. I'll try to finish up my work quickly and come back to be with you," she said gently.
"No, babe, I got sick because I missed you so much. The only way I'll feel better is if I'm with you. I'm coming over, and you better take good care of me."
I playfully blamed my sickness on missing Catherine, making sure she knew how much I longed for her.
Catherine took the bait. Even though she complained, her shy expression gave her away.
"Why blame me?" she muttered softly.
"Come on, I haven't been sick in years. But as soon as you go on a business trip, I get a fever. So, it's surely your fault. Anyway, I'm coming to see you," I insisted.
I kept teasing her. "You better take a shower, undress in the hotel, and wait for me like a good girl."
Honestly, after messing around with other women lately, I found myself craving Catherine, the innocent one.
Just thinking about her blushing as I pinned her down, her mouth trembling with the fear of letting out a moan, drove me wild. The way she looked at me with those pleading eyes, silently begging for mercy, only made me want her more.
And what she didn't know was that under her pleading eyes, I would always get more aroused, wanting to have her over and over again.
I even imagined treating her like Selene, just going at it until she passed out.
"Pervert! Don't tease me!" Catherine's face turned red as she complained weakly.
"Come on, you're my girlfriend. What's wrong with that?" I said shamelessly.
"That's enough, goodbye!"
Catherine abruptly hung up, and the screen went black.
She probably saw that I was okay, with no major issues, and even had the energy to joke around. Once she was sure I was fine, she felt relieved and hung up.
Seeing how worried Catherine was about me made me feel warm inside.
I didn't plan to argue with her about hanging up on me. I just planned to settle the score when I got to her city.
The previously booked flight indicated that I would likely arrive in her city around tomorrow evening.
A five-hour flight, landing around eleven, and by midnight I should be at Catherine's hotel, take a quick shower, and then spend a pleasant night with her.
It also conveniently made up for the desires I hadn't fulfilled with Catherine over the past few days.
Although I had been with other women while Catherine was away, the feeling of being with someone who had only been with me was different.
With other women, it was just about fulfilling my physical needs.
But with Catherine, there was a bit more tenderness and affection. After all, she was my girl, and I couldn't help but be a little more loving towards her.
I lay back in my original position and continued watching videos on my phone.
Suddenly, the door to the ward opened again.
As the door closed, I heard the sound of it being locked.
Who would come to my ward and lock the door?