Chapter 85 Liam and Emma Have an Argument
When Emma woke up, it was already 8:00 p.m.
She swallowed hard, her throat parched and sore.
She struggled to sit up to find some water, but her legs were still shaking instinctively.
The fear of the kidnapping still lingered in her mind.
She pressed the call button.
Soon, a young nurse walked in.
While checking her IV line, she asked, "You're awake. Your boyfriend should be back soon. Do you need to use the restroom, or…"
"He's not my boyfriend. I'm married."
"Oh, so he's your husband," the nurse smiled.
Emma was about to say something when the ward door swung open.
David walked in.
"You're awake," he said in a deep voice.
The nurse stepped back out and gently closed the door.
Emma's gaze fell on him as he approached.
She pushed herself up slightly to sit up. "Thank you for coming to save me."
"Don't move." David hurried to the bedside and helped her slowly raise the head of the bed.
"How do you feel?" he asked, handing her a bottle of water.
"Dizzy, my whole body aches, and I'm starving." Emma forced a smile.
"Huh…" He chuckled softly, "I just brought you something to eat."
"Thanks, David." Emma carefully lifted the blanket to get out of bed.
Only then did she realize she was wearing a hospital gown—and nothing underneath.
She immediately pulled the blanket back over herself.
"Could you please step out for a moment?" She clutched the blanket tightly.
David looked away.
"That's fine. The doctor said your injuries aren't serious. You'll be discharged tomorrow." He placed a paper bag by the bed. "Your new phone and your old one are both inside."
"Okay, thank you," she said.
Before leaving, he closed the curtain around the bed, put the meal tray on the nightstand, and walked out of the ward.
Emma let out a long sigh, picked up the clothes, and went to the bathroom to change.
The clothes David had arranged were completely her style.
The underneath was still a turtleneck.
She blushed.
David must have seen it.
After changing, she swapped the SIM card from her old phone into the new one.
As soon as she turned the phone on, she saw a dozen missed calls from Liam.
She called him back.
The call was answered almost instantly.
"Emma? Where are you? Why didn't you answer your phone? Or reply to my texts?" His voice was frantic.
"I'm in hospital," she replied in a weary voice.
"Which hospital? I'm coming right over!" He sounded panicked on the other end.
"I'm in the room next to Giselle's," she said.
He hung up and rushed over immediately.
KNOCK!
The door swung open.
"David," she greeted him as she enjoyed the meal. "Where did you get this food? It tastes great."
David's gaze lingered on her lips for a moment; his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.
He set a cup of hot cocoa down beside her before speaking. "My mom made it. She said you used to love her baked ribs."
"Is that for me?"
"Yeah." He sat down in the chair next to her and started peeling an apple.
"I'll never forget that you saved me today. Really, thank you so much." She smiled and continued eating.
He smiled faintly.
By the time Liam arrived, Emma had finished eating.
Noticing a bit of sauce on the corner of her mouth, David reached out and gently wiped it away with the pad of his thumb.
She pursed her lips and whispered, "Thank you."
Liam's gaze instantly turned cold.
A wave of irritation washed over him.
"You're here," Emma said, smiling at Liam.
"Liam, you finally made it." David moved away from the bedside.
"Thanks," Liam said coldly.
David smiled and muttered, "I've got something else to do. I'll be heading out."
Emma nodded with a smile.
Liam sat down beside the bed, took her hand, and asked softly, "What exactly happened? Seeing all those missed calls from you was driving me crazy. When I called back, no one ever picked up."
After she told him what had happened, his expression turned cold.
"What's your relationship with him?" he asked.
"We have the same advisor," Emma explained. "We're both Professor Grayson's students."
"I don't want you getting too close to him." He furrowed his brow.
She paused.
"He saved me today. I can't ignore him. He's just one of my friends." She frowned.
"Didn't you see the way he looked at you? That's not the look of a regular friend. That's affection—he likes you!" Liam's tone was almost accusatory.
"What does that have to do with me? He saved me today when I was in great danger, and I'm grateful to him. It's just like with Giselle. She hurt her leg, and you rushed right over to help her. She likes you! Did I force you to stay away from her and leave her to fend for herself?" she shouted, finding Liam was being unreasonable.
"If you'd answered my call, maybe he wouldn't have shown up. I really thought I was going to die." She lowered her voice, suppressing the emotions churning inside her.
"I called you several times, and you hung up every time!" she demanded. "What on earth were you doing back then?"
Liam froze.