Imogen had been really worried that Dylan’s reaction to the chili peppers would leave him suffering for several days.

“Okay,” Dylan hoarsely replied.

Imogen let him eat the porridge by himself. There was nothing else to go with it, but the porridge had a little bit of salt sprinkled in, giving it some flavor.

Dylan was hungry, so he quickly finished the bowl of oatmeal porridge.

“Do you want more? There’s another bowl’s worth in the thermos.”

Dylan shook his head. It was late, and he did not want to eat too much, afraid of gaining weight and ruining his good physique. He still had not won over his future wife, so he had to take care of his figure and maintain his handsome and charming look.

Once Dylan finished the IV fluids and took his medicine, Imogen finally left the hospital around ten o’clock.

Having slept twice in the day, Dylan was not able to fall asleep again, and Imogen did not let him accompany her downstairs, so he stood by the window and watched her walk out of th