Zayla came back to her senses and turned to look at Lincoln, who was sitting next to her. Her clear eyes widened bit by bit.
Lincoln, however, asked calmly, "You're all wet. Are you cold?"
Zayla was stunned. She shook her head lightly. Just as she was about to return Lincoln the coat, he spoke first.
"You bought me the suit. It makes sense that you wear it.
"So, wear it well. Don't catch a cold."
Lincoln's words completely rendered Zayla speechless.
Simon saw this scene clearly.
The medical staff was still cleaning up his wounds. He groaned, and his fingers that were holding Zayla suddenly tightened.
Zayla then turned to look at Simon.
"You're awake."
Zayla subconsciously wanted to retract her hand, but Simon tightly hooked it, not giving her any chance to escape.
"Hiss..." Simon gulped.
The medical staff that was cleaning up his face froze.
"Were we too rude?"