"The person you would never meet again...'' Clenching her fists, Joanna yearned to ask Quinton if it was Taylor, but didn't, knowing it was a sensitive topic.
"Let's talk about you instead, shall we?" Quinton said suddenly and flashed a smile at Joanna.
"I heard that the neurosurgeon operated on me because of Ace.
Do you owe him a favor now, or is it me?" While peeling the apple, Joanna's hand shook, and she cut her finger.
It started bleeding.
Quinton's eyes grew wide, and he said anxiously, ''Joanna, are you alright? Let me have a look." He tried to get out of bed, but Joanna held him down.
She sighed and casually wrapped her finger with tissue.
"It's no big deal. I'm not that delicate." After that, she continued peeling the apple and cut it into small pieces.
She picked up a piece with a toothpick and handed it to Quinton.
"Eat this." Quinton obeyed her and bit into the apple.
After that, he said, " Don't avoid the subject.
