Judd finally let her in. The living room was dark, the only light spilling from his open bedroom door.
It wasn't until he switched on a hidden lamp that the room brightened.
Lilith looked around. “This apartment doesn’t look cheap.”
“Just leave the things and go,” Judd said, pulling his wallet from his coat. “I only have cash. I’ll pay you for the medicine and the late-night snack.”
With that, he placed two hundred dollars on the table.
Lilith didn’t take it. “What’s this about, Mr. Carstairs? I’m just doing a good deed. I didn’t come here for your money.”
“I don’t like being indebted to people.”
“I’m not asking you to be. If it weren’t for Charlotte, I wouldn’t even care!” Lilith sat on the sofa, crossing her arms and legs. “Of course, you’re also technically my boss. You may not care about yourself, but people at the company do. If something happens to you, who’s going to look after them?”
Judd’s brow twitched slightly, but he remained silent.
Lilith pushed the medicine toward him. “Take this first.”
“I told you, I already took some,” he said, a look of exasperation on his face. “I’m not in as bad a shape as you think.”
Lilith turned to look at him, about to retort, when her eyes fell on the tabletop. Next to a fruit bowl was an open box of ibuprofen.
She was at a loss for words, suddenly feeling awkward. “Oh… so you really did take some?”
“What do you think?” he said flatly.
Lilith forced a laugh and stood up. “Well, that’s good. I was just worried you might… uh…”
She trailed off, finding it difficult to finish her thought, and changed her words. “Never mind. I guess I was overthinking it. As long as you’ve taken your medicine, that's what matters. Get some rest. Oh, and eat the food while it’s hot. I’ll be going now.”
Lilith practically fled the apartment.
Judd looked down, having a good idea of why she had really come. His gaze fell on the bag of medicine and the still-warm food on the table, his thoughts unreadable.
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