Upon receiving the information that Scott had awoken, Michael left his office and strode into Scott’s ward.
Scott slept off in the operation room due to the anesthesia they gave him before the operation.
Michael's eyes were cold, and his jaw clenched. In fact, he was very infuriated at Scott.
Luckily, Michael’s team were very capable, or else that bastard would have lost his life due to weakness and the extreme loss of blood.
It's just as Michael thought— that bastard doesn't take care of himself.
A wide smirk appeared on Scott’s pale face. He leaned to the side and propped his head with his palm.
"Do you hear the powerful sounds my heart made? It's for you!" Scott shamelessly flirted without a care, not acting like someone who had just undergone surgery a few hours ago.
Michael's eyes narrowed slightly as he silently wondered. Does the idiot not feel pain, and could he not do without flirting even for a minute?
"Shut up!" Michael scowled.
