Ingrid's surprised little face instantly turned cold. The lights in her beautiful eyes faded instantly, and she stared at him coldly.
"Mr. Quentin, I know you are sick, but you come to the wrong ward."
Orville ignored her cynicism. When he walked to her bedside, he suddenly raised his big hand to cover her forehead.
"Don't touch me!"
Ingrid slapped his big hand off, "Orville, what's wrong with you? You don't understand my words, do you?"
"You don't have a fever. Judging from the force of the beating, you should have fully recovered." Orville glanced at the back of his hand that was slapped red.
Ingrid didn't even look at him, "Don't pretend to be a friend here. I don't know you well, please leave consciously."
The man's thin lips curled slightly. He smiled and stared at her with his
