Clara Sutton looked at him dressed in a shirt and trousers, showcasing his perfect body proportions, with a slender waist and long legs, complemented by deep and handsome features, a faint indifferent expression, and was momentarily stunned. Realizing that the distance and posture were overly ambiguous, she quickly stepped back a few steps, using the momentum to change the topic.
"Borrowed from the nurse's station outside, the food's almost cold, do you still want to eat it?"
"No, not hungry yet." Sebastian Astor glanced at the food on the table, his hand slowly dropped, slipping into his pants pocket: "Have you eaten already?"
"Yes, pretty much."
"Then let's go!"
Clara Sutton nodded, walked over to pick up her bag, and left the ward with him, returning the scissors to the nurse on the way, with a gentle smile and a 'thank you,' leaving a warm feeling with those few nurses.
