But then, a sudden realization dawned on her.
She looked up at him and asked,
“Are you worried Noelle will get too tired looking after you?”
Landon’s breathing grew heavier, a clear sign his anger was rising.
But Zinnia misunderstood.
She thought she’d guessed correctly.
So she explained, earnestly,
“I asked Noelle to come over, not because I expect her to take care of you, just to keep you company. As for drinking water or taking your medication, you can handle that yourself.”
Surely he wasn’t some overgrown man-child who needed to be fussed over every step of the way.
Zinnia lowered her gaze, missing the way Landon’s expression darkened with every word.
“Having someone you care about nearby can lift your spirits, and a good mood helps you recover faster. It’s good for your health—and for Noelle’s depression, too.”
She rambled on, oblivious.
Finally, Landon interrupted her with a cold, angry laugh. “You really do have my best interests at heart, don’t you?”
Zinnia nodded in agreement, lips curving into a faint smile.
“I just hope you get better soon.”
Landon stared at her calm, unbothered face, frustration and resentment building in his chest.
A cheerful mood helps recovery, does it? So now, after making him this angry, was she hoping he’d keel over and let her play the grieving widow?
He wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.
Taking a deep breath, he forced the emotion down and tried to steady his voice.
“I’ve told you, Noelle and I aren’t what you think we are.”
Zinnia had no desire to argue. She nodded compliantly.
“Then just think of it as friends looking out for each other.”
She glanced at her watch.

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