"How did this happen? Did you come into contact with an allergen?"
Lennon hummed in agreement. "I might have eaten something I shouldn't have at a business dinner last night."
Naomi felt something wasn't right.
Patricia had said Lennon looked like he'd just come from a formal dinner when he picked them up... So he had driven to get them while feeling unwell?
Naomi felt a pang of sympathy and a bit of anger. "Then why didn't you come straight to the hospital last night? Why go to the studio? And why drive all the way to pick us up?"
This was the first time Naomi had ever spoken to Lennon in such a tone.
She was cute even when she was huffy. Lennon's gaze softened, and his voice was gentle. "I didn't notice it last night..."
"How could you not notice you were feeling sick? Do you even care about your own health?"
"Allergic reactions can be serious! What if something had happened suddenly? You're a grown man, how can you be so careless?"
Naomi rattled off a series of complaints, then suddenly realized how quiet the room had become. She froze, processing what she'd just done, and looked at Lennon awkwardly. "Um... I..."
She had really gotten carried away! How dare she speak to Lennon like that?
He was the one who had always taken care of her.
What right did she have to lecture him?
And besides, wasn't he out last night to pick her up?
"I'm sorry..."
Naomi felt flustered and didn't dare to meet Lennon's eyes.
Lennon smiled and suddenly reached out to pat Naomi's head. "It's okay. Thank you for caring."
His touch was incredibly gentle, and the warmth of his large hand on her head made her nose tingle. She almost cried.
Lennon must be feeling awful, too, right?
Something like this happened, and no one even came to the hospital to see him.
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