Jose Floyd made a sound of agreement and extended his left hand.
Nicole paused, "What do you mean by this?"
Jose Floyd turned his head slightly, his expression and gaze both indifferent, "I think I've made it quite obvious, I've been lying in the hospital room for days, I want to move around a bit."
Walking wasn't an issue, the key thing was—did this extended hand mean he wanted her support?
Nicole bit her lip and didn't move.
Jose Floyd's cold gaze swept over Nicole, his long fingers moved a bit closer, "Hold me."
Nicole walked to his front, hesitantly stretched out her hand, her face somewhat unnatural.
Her fingers were fair and beautiful, immediately enveloped in his broad palm as she reached over, Nicole's fingers trembled slightly, her gaze on Jose Floyd.
Jose Floyd nonchalantly held Nicole's hand, a flicker in his eyes, suddenly pulling her into his arms, his hand placed on her other shoulder, his whole tall body leaning against Nicole.
"Jose Floyd, you—"
