Ben Lucas, with his compulsive cleanliness, looked furious.
His cold, sharp eyes showed a hint of displeasure as he walked into the bathroom with a serious expression, washed his hands twice with hand sanitizer, and then returned.
Standing by the bed, looking at Harrison Lucas lying there, his face flushed and completely unaware, he turned his gaze to the two pills on the floor beside the bed, Ben Lucas decided not to care about the life or death of this clueless subordinate.
He walked to the other side of the bed, pulled up the blanket, and was about to turn off the light to sleep.
But once in bed, his deep, almond-shaped eyes involuntarily glanced over at Harrison's slightly pouting lips.
He knew that when someone had a high fever and found it hard to breathe, they would part their lips like that to exhale.
His gaze, drawn by Harrison's foolish yet eye-catching appearance, made Ben Lucas recall the times from his childhood when he lost his mother.
