Chapter 87 Here Comes The Star

Delving into others' privacy is undeniably deplorable. Yet being caught in the act didn't bring a shred of shame to Sandra. In fact, she strode over. "Mr. Cooper." Her voice was betraying no particular emotion. Wesley's eyebrows lifted slightly. "Hmm?" "You're quite the unruly patient." Wesley, "…" As Sandra continued, her expression turned solemn. "At this rate, your illness will not be cured even in two years." The corners of Wesley's lips suddenly curled. Sandra frowned again. "Aren't you going to rest?" Wesley's lips moved, "You're particularly loquacious tonight." Sandra paused in surprise. Though they had shared a room in the past, it was out of concern for Wesley's unpredictable condition, ensuring prompt emergency care if needed. Hence, they conversed little. Wesley offered a reminder. "It's OK to be talkative when you're feeling guilty." Sandra, "…" She abruptly turned off the bedroom light. Darkness enveloped them instantly. The world fell silent. Only