Chapter 1576: Fine, I’ll Eat—Okay?

Chapter 1576: Chapter 1576: Fine, I’ll Eat—Okay?

To women, he was like a walking, breathing hormone.

When it came to pursuing women, he never needed to put in much effort.

As long as he showed even the slightest hint of interest in a woman he had his eye on, she would immediately throw herself at him.

But this time, it was different.

Even when he carefully held out his feelings to her as if cradling something fragile, humbly hoping she’d at least take a serious look, there was still no trace of him in her eyes.

Losing to Matthew Saxon wasn’t exactly shameful.

This wasn’t the first time he’d lost to him, either.

It was just that, deep down, he still couldn’t swallow it.

It hadn’t been easy for him to finally meet another woman he truly liked; asking him to let go was just too, too hard.

"Are you hungry?"

Scarlett Yates intentionally tried to steer the topic away.

If they kept entangling themselves in this issue, the atmosphere would only get worse.

Knox Simmons had no appetite at all. He shook his head and said weakly, "I’m not hungry."

How could he possibly not be hungry?

On the way here, Hayes Simmons had told her that Knox Simmons not only refused to talk to them, he wouldn’t even eat.

Which meant he’d already gone a whole day and night without food.

They had sent him to the hospital in time, so the vomiting blood had been quickly stopped. It had already been twelve hours now, so he could have a little food.

Hearing how even his voice sounded sickly and drained, without a shred of energy, Scarlett said, "You haven’t eaten anything for such a long time. You can’t go on like this. How about I go get you some porridge?"

Knox Simmons shook his head. "I don’t want to eat anything."

His mood was in tatters right now; even if they carved dragon meat and set it before him, he’d have no interest in tasting it.

Scarlett frowned. "You really won’t eat?"

"No." He answered very quickly, without the slightest hesitation.

"All right then. Since you won’t eat, I might as well go." Scarlett sighed, stood up, and made a show of getting ready to leave.

"Wait." Knox Simmons was stunned at first, then, seeing her about to leave, he immediately called out in a panic, "Scarlett, where are you going?"

Scarlett lowered her head, first let out a sigh, then frowned and said, "Knox Simmons, I think you know Matthew is also in the hospital, right? I still have to go back to take care of him. I was planning to leave after you’d eaten, but now you’re saying you have no appetite, so I won’t stay any longer. I’ll come see you again when I’m free."

With that said, she was already standing up.

Seeing that she was actually about to leave just like that, Knox Simmons panicked and hurriedly reached out to grab her.

One of his hands was still attached to an IV drip, and with his sudden tug he almost pulled the stand holding the IV bottle over.

Scarlett reacted quickly, reaching out to steady the stand that was about to topple.

Knox Simmons struggled hard to get up from the bed; something that would’ve been effortless for a healthy person was extremely difficult for him.

The process of going from lying down to sitting up pretty much used up all the strength left in his body.

He was so exhausted that sweat broke out on his forehead, his breathing labored, yet both his hands still gripped Scarlett’s wrists tightly, refusing to let go. "Scarlett, don’t go."

Seeing him wear himself out like this, Scarlett couldn’t help feeling a little soft-hearted, but she didn’t show the slightest hint of it. Her gaze stayed calm as she looked at him and said evenly, "Then are you going to eat or not?"

Knox Simmons raised his head. On his beautiful, finely chiseled yet deathly pale face, a wronged expression appeared.

He just looked at Scarlett like that for a while, all aggrieved, then, in an even more aggrieved tone, said in a timid, soft voice, "I’ll eat. I’ll eat, okay?"