Sorry Sir I Don’t Want You Back by Little Angelic Devil

The debate in his mind and heart about whether to stay or leave didn't last long as his feet moved forward and dragged him to sit back down on the chair beside Cherise's bed.

Just like before, he gingerly took her hand and placed another on her forehead to check her temperature, which caused him to frown as he still found it quite hot.

Hudson didn't like the feeling. He wanted Cherise's temperature to drop back to normal as fast as possible. But what could he do?

Then he remembered the time he had a fever and how Cherise had tended to him. He fished out his phone and called Keith.

"Anything important?" Keith was both amused and annoyed at Hudson's constant interrupting his work.

He thought he would have time to get some work done by asking Finley to get some food for them and getting rid of him for at least an hour, but his other best friend seemed just as adamant about not letting him finish his work for the night. "I need a washcloth and a basin," Hudson replied with a clipped tone.

Keith's both brows shot up in surprise. Was Hudson going to....

"Are you trying to bring Cherise's fever down?" Keith asked in amusement.

"Your doctors are incompetent." Keith could hear the scowl in Hudson's voice, and his lips twitched.

Did Hudson ever think a fever could last for a few days? Apparently not, since now he blamed the doctors for Cherise's still having a fever.

"You could just press the button on Cherise's bed to call the nurse, you know," Keith teased him.

"What's the use of you if I can ask the nurse?" Hudson snorted. "Bring it fast." Then the line went dead.

Unbelievable, Keith thought to himself. He was the head of the hospital. His 'use', just like Hudson had stated, was not to bring him a washcloth and a basin, that was for sure.

But the thought of seeing Hudson Amery, the mighty CEO of the Amery Group, wringing a washcloth and taking care of someone else was a temptation he couldn't resist.

Sighing, Keith walked toward Cherise's ward for the third time in a span of an hour and asked a nurse to bring what Hudson wanted.

When he arrived at the ward, Hudson was nowhere to be seen until he saw him emerging from the bathroom with a basin.

Keith watched his best friend bypass him without even acknowledging him as he concentrated on the basin clutched in his arms.

This should be interesting, Keith thought and pulled out his phone to record Hudson.

This moment needed to be documented as it might be the first and last time he could witness Hudson taking care of someone sick, and the irony of that someone being his ex-wife whom he used to hate and neglect. Keith directed his camera phone toward Hudson, and he bit back a chuckle when he saw Hudson frowning, looking unsure of what to do with the washcloth next.

Hudson seemed to know the answer as he finally reached into the basin and started folding the washcloth.

But Keith had to stop filming and nearly ran as he said, "Hudson, are you trying to make her face and pillow wet?"

Hudson's hand stopped, and he looked at the washcloth in his hand and the water in the basin.

"I'm going to place the washcloth on her forehead, not dunk the whole water in the basin." He looked at Keith as if Keith was a five-year-old who knew nothing.

Keith looked at his best friend helplessly. Hudson was really clueless but acted as if he was the one who didn't know what to do.

He snatched the washcloth from Hudson's hand, which thankfully was still lingering above the basin, and began twisting and wringing it.

"This," he said as he demonstrated. "Is how you should do it. Wring the washcloth until no more water is dripping from it."

"How is that going to help her?" Hudson glowered at him. "Isn't the cold water the one that will help to bring down her fever?"

God, clueless and arrogant as always, Keith thought in his mind.

"When Cherise used this method on you, did you feel water dripping along your face?" Keith asked him, trying to point out that he was right and Hudson was wrong. "Or that the pillow around your head was wet?" Hudson frowned as he thought about it, then snatched the washcloth away from Keith and continued to wring the water off it.

"I got it from here," Hudson mumbled and Keith looked at his best friend, chuckling softly as he saw how red the tips of Hudson's ears were.

Embarrassed to be proven wrong, yet didn't want to admit it. That was how Hudson Amery was, Keith thought to himself again and let out another chuckle.

He supervised as Hudson carefully placed the nearly-dried washcloth on Cherise's forehead and couldn't help but smile when he saw the smug look on Hudson's face.

Sometimes, Hudson was just like a child who had just discovered something new to do and became smug when he did it right.

But then that smugness was replaced by a very rare genuine gentle gaze, which he had only seen whenever Luis or Agatha was around when they were all younger.

Hudson himself might not have realized it, but Keith saw it clearly. That gaze was reserved for the people he truly loved. Even Emely had never received it.

Granted, he always looked at Emely gently or was used to, but it was still different. Keith didn't know how to explain it, but as a keen observer, he saw the subtle difference.

He wondered how much longer it would take Hudson until he realized he had fallen in love with his ex-wife. Hopefully, before he got married to Emely.

Making him realize it before the engagement seemed impossible as it was only a week from now.

Speaking of the engagement, maybe he could stop it if he found out the truth behind Emely's miscarriage because the situation smelled fishy, especially how the doctor assigned to her just upped and quit without prior notice. "Alright, you look like you got it," Keith said to Hudson. "You need to keep repeating what you've done whenever the washcloth becomes too dry and loses the coolness of the water."

Hudson nodded without taking his eyes away from Cherise.

"I'll be in my office," Keith told him, just in case he needed anything.

Hudson mumbled his thanks with his eyes still glued to his ex-wife, and his hand checked the washcloth.

Keith shook his head helplessly. It seemed his friend was more paranoid than he thought. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on . Visit to read the complete chapters for free. It wouldn't be strange for Hudson to wet and wring the washcloth dry every two minutes because he was afraid it was too dry to help bring Cherise's fever dry.

Keith left the ward silently, walked back toward his office, and began calling his subordinates to locate the doctor.

Meanwhile, Emely arrived at the hospital because she was worried about Hudson. She had called and texted Hudson many times, but he didn't pick up, nor did he reply to any of her texts, which was a rare occurrence.

In the end, she had no choice but to call Miles and find out that Hudson was at Keith's hospital. Filled with worry, she hung up without asking if Hudson was alright or not and took a taxi there.

When she arrived and was about to go to the nurse station to ask if Hudson was admitted, she heard someone calling her name. She turned around and faked a gentle smile as she saw Finley waving at her.

"Emely!" Finley fastened his steps and reached her in no time. "What are you doing here? Are you okay?"

"I'm just worried about Hudson," Emely replied. "I heard from Miles that he dropped Hudson here. Is he alright?"

"Hudson?" Finley asked and waved his free hand. "Oh, he's okay. He's just here to check on Cherise. She was admitted because of a high fever."

Emely's whole body turned rigid, and even her voice sounded strained when she asked, "Cherise?"

Realizing his mistake, Finley quickly tried to redeem the situation. "We were supposed to meet Keith together to discuss something important and heard about Cherise, so he went to see her. I'm going to check on her, too, but I needed to buy food for the three of us." He lifted his other hand, showing Emely the plastic bag containing food containers he had bought.

He didn't know his words only made matters worse.

Finley was going to check on Cherise, too? Didn't he used to hate Cherise so much that he couldn't stand the sight of her? Emely heard it from Polly. Had they now changed and liked Cherise?

"Anyway, you don't have to worry about Hudson. I'm sure he's too busy talking business with Keith right now," Finley said awkwardly.

"I understand." Emely tried to sound understanding and gentle with much difficulty. "I'm glad that he's okay. I better get back then. Wouldn't want to interrupt your meeting."

"Okay." Finley nodded and swallowed nervously. "Be safe on the road. I'm going back to Keith's office again. See you."

Finley turned around and practically fled toward Keith's office, knowing he had screwed things up. Emely stood still as she looked at Finley's departing back and thought about his words.

Going back to Keith's office again... Didn't he say he was supposed to meet with Keith together with Hudson but was delayed because he needed to buy food for them?

The words 'again' and 'I'm going to check on Cherise too' showed that he'd been here before but then left to buy the food.

Emely wasn't stupid enough not to connect the dots and knew that Hudson was most probably still in Cherise's ward alone with her.

She quickly went to ask the nurse for Cherise's ward number but was told she couldn't visit her since she was in the special VVIP ward and only certain people were allowed to visit.

Emely sneered inwardly. Was Cherise trying to win Hudson back? She could just dream on. Hudson was going to get engaged with her soon. Cherise had better not be a coward and not appear at their engagement party because she needed to humiliate her. With rage boiling in her heart and a twisted determination, Emely turned around and left the hospital.

When Finley arrived at Keith's office, he quickly placed the plastic bag on the table and plopped onto the couch.

Keith looked at Finley, who appeared a bit breathless yet somewhat pale at the same time, and couldn't help but ask, "What happened to you? You look like you've just seen a ghost and ran away from it."Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

Finley turned to look at Keith and swallowed before replying nervously, "I think Hudson is going to kill me."