Chapter 1013

Chapter 1013Chapter 1013 Knitting
He looked up, feigning composure, only to find a nurse standing at the door. It was a false alarm. He let
out a long sigh.
“What's the matter?” The young nurse's face flushed slightly as she held a vase and placed it on the
cabinet.
“Well, these are fresh flowers I picked from the garden this morning to help freshen up the air for you.”
Spencer looked at the vase, feeling a bit bewildered.
What does a grown man like me need flowers for? How come even a little nurse thinks that I'm
delicate?
He was instantly annoyed, but his good upbringing prevented him from losing his temper. Hence, he
said coldly, “Thank you, but I don't need it. Flowers and such don't suit a grown man like me. You'd
better take them away.” The nurse was instantly dumbfounded.
What's all this about being suitable or not? Isn't it quite normal to have a vase of flowers in a room?
Many people even bring a bouquet of fresh flowers when they visit someone who is ill!
Feeling both embarrassed and angry, she hugged the vase and turned away.
This patient is really something. She initially had a good impression of Spencer, who had fair skin and
was quite handsome. Several young nurses in the hospital also had a crush on him and were eagerly
competing to take care of him in that ward.
Naturally, the nurse was shocked by Spencer's comment, and she was deeply hurt by it. Seeing the
nurse leave, Spencer quickly resumed watching the tutorial on his phone and took out the craft kit aswell. Following the steps in the tutorial, he began threading the needle and started knitting. At first, the
weaving was all crooked and uneven, but after a while, he started to feel more comfortable and skilled
at it.
It didn't seem as difficult as the seller's reviews made it out to be.
“Mr. White, you...” Ashlyn saw that the door to the ward was open and walked right in. As she looked
up, she saw a scene that shocked her.
What on earth is Spencer doing? Is he knitting a sweater? Or is he knitting something else?
Upon hearing her voice, Spencer was startled and quickly hid all the yarn and such in his hands under
the blanket. Pretending as if nothing had happened, he turned to Ashlyn and asked, “Ms. Berry, what
brings you here?”
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in her hand. Later, she made her way over to Spencer's bedside.
Looking at Spencer, who was doing his best to keep his cool, Ashlyn doubted if she had seen it wrong
earlier.
Is he knitting a sweater? He's knitting, right? She wanted to ask but was hesitant.
After all, if her assumptions were incorrect, it could hurt his self-esteem.
“Show me your injured leg,” Ashlyn said to Spencer as she put down the medical record. Hesitating for
a moment, Spencer moved his leg out of the blanket.
Fortunately, it's Dr. Berry. If it were any other male doctor, they might have just lifted the blanket
directly.Spencer silently breathed a sigh of relief, feeling grateful for the circumstances.
“The wound is healing well, and you should be able to leave the hospital in a couple of days,” Ashlyn
said after applying medication and dressing the wound.
“Thank you, Ms. Berry.” Spencer quickly expressed his gratitude.
Why doesn't she leave right away after she finishes checking up on me?
With her head down, Ashlyn was occupied with filling out the medical record, so she failed to notice
Spencer's anxiety and fear. As soon as everything was in order, she looked up and noticed Spencer,
who had a nervous and shy expression on his face.
Huh? Why does Mr. White look as if he were love-struck? It's really strange! Could it be that I didn't
actually misinterpret what I saw earlier? Was he actually knitting a sweater? And not just any sweater,
but one made for a girl?
With a mind full of questions, Ashlyn left the ward. After she left, Spencer took out his craft kit and
began to knit. In the doctor's office, Cassandra yawned out of boredom.
“What did you say? Spencer is knitting a sweater for a woman?” She couldn't help but burst into
laughter.
“That's just too funny!”
Could it be that that man has become addicted to my embrace? Does he actually think of himself as my
lover?
“Who knows? Maybe he's knitting it for you.” Ashlyn smirked, her crimson lips carrying a hint of teasing.