Chapter 1660

Chapter 1660Following Stanley's words, even greater shock inundated Joyce.
There's actually honey in the water?
She looked down, only then noticing that the water carried a yellowish tint and a fragrance unique to
honey.
Sure enough, honey has been added to it!
Inwardly, she was so surprised that her emotions continued roiling even after a long moment had
passed.
Never had I expected him to pour me a glass of water, much less add honey to it. Why did he do such
a thing?
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It doesn't quite fit to say that he's concerned about me. But if otherwise, how am I to explain this glass
of water with honey?
“Quick, drink it!” While she was still wondering about it, the man's voice rang out above her head,
threaded with a hint of adamance.
Joyce's lips parted a fraction. In the end, she relented with a nod. “Okay. I'll drink it right away.”
Oh well, no matter the meaning of this glass of water, I'll just drink it. At the very least, I won't offendhim.
As that thought occurred to her, she threw her head back and started drinking the water.
When Stanley saw that she was drinking the water, his furrowed brows eased slightly. Turning around,
he picked up the plate of plums on the table and held it out to her.
No sooner had Joyce placed the glass down than she caught sight of the plate in front of her.
The instant she glanced down and saw the light green plums, such astonishment swept over her that
her jaw dropped. “These are... plums?”
She salivated as she stared at the plums before her, intense craving brimming in her eyes.
Oh God, they look delicious! I really want a taste!
Not only was she pregnant, but she was also in her first trimester, so she naturally loved eating sour
things.
For that reason, her eyes were riveted on the plate of plums, and saliva started pooling in her mouth.
The plums look truly delectable!
Blinking, she clutched at her clothes, desperately holding back the desire to snag a plum.
Her forbearance had exasperation suffusing Stanley. It's evident that she wants to eat them, very much so, yet she's too timid to take any. Verily, it both
vexes me and breaks my heart!
Nevertheless, he knew it was because he had caused her too much trauma and terror in the past that
she did not dare act dauntlessly.
“Hold your hands out,” he instructed.
Having no idea what he wanted to do, Joyce obediently did as ordered.
Stanley placed the plate of plums into her hands. “This is for you. Help yourself.”
Once more, Joyce widened her eyes and gaped at him in disbelief. “For me, Mr. Quinn?”
Stanley walked toward the hospital bed. “Yes.”
Joyce hurriedly placed the plate of plums back onto the table. “No, I can't take them, Mr. Quinn!”
She shook her head profusely in refusal.
Someone oblivious to the situation might even assume she was turning down a priceless treasure
instead of a plate of plums.
Stanley had just sat down on the edge of the hospital bed when he heard her demurral. In a flash, his
expression darkened. “You don't want them?” At once, Joyce shook her head. “No. I didn't earn them, so I can't take them.”
It went without saying that it was only one of the reasons. That aside, she did not dare take the plums.
She had no idea why he was giving her a plate of plums, let alone whether it was out of concern or
some other ulterior motive.
Thus, it was best for her to decline when there were so many uncertainties.
Otherwise, it would be troublesome if implications arose after she ate the plums.
At the sight of her biting her lip, Stanley saw right through her.
She must be convinced that I'm plotting against her, setting her up, or something of that sort.
Snorting derisively, he retracted his gaze, his voice indifferent. “Since you don't want them, just throw
them away.”
“Throw them away?” Joyce was taken aback.
Stanley grunted blasély. “What's the point of keeping them when I've got no use for them? All right,
take them out and throw them away. I want to rest now.”
After saying that, he leaned back against the head of the bed and closed his eyes.
Joyce alternated her gaze between the man and the plums on the table. Her hands inexorably balled
into fists. Throw them away? The plums must be delicious since they look so nice. Won't it be a pity to discard
them?