Kevan was momentarily dazed. Even if he had thought of staying behind, he did not expect Larissa to agree to this notion so easily. After recollecting himself, he did his best to fight against the smile forming on his face before surveying the ward briefly, musing in an awkwardly low voice, "There's only one bedside chair. Mrs. Griffin …"

"Just get the nurses to add another," Larissa said as she reached out for the call button at the head of the bed.

"Adding another chair" was not the result that Kevan wanted. If there was someone around—even if they were only staying in the same room, he could not sleep. But at least he could accompany her.

It was easy for another chair to be added to the ward, especially VIP wards. The nurse brought in another chair along with a couple of other nurses, and Mrs. Griffin saw them blocking the door when she came back from her stroll.

Hurrying over, Mrs. Griffin asked at a one and a half feet distance from them, "What are you doing?"

A nurse glanced