"OK," the burly man with a fierce face then opened the door and went out. Now there were only Lisa and Oscar alone in the room.
"Oscar please, I don't want to eat this soup from you!" Lisa said firmly.
"No! You must! I don't want to let you eat bad food in the hospital," Oscar insisted as he leaned toward Lisa. The man's voice sounded a little scary. Lisa's heart was pounding wildly as if her soul was going to leave her body.
Her feelings were very mixed right now. When the man left, she missed him. But when the man came, she suddenly hated him. Lisa then slowly shuffled on the bed, pulling the blanket to cover part of her face. She was frightened by the cold aura that Oscar emitted just now.
"I don't want to eat food from you. Period!" Lisa said, turning her head to the window to her right. She tried her best not to look at Oscar's handsome face. Every time Lisa looked at that handsome face, she oddly felt upset but her heart was racing.