Noah propped himself up.

Kim didn’t think it was a good idea. “You’ve got a stab wound in your chest, Mr. Noah. You should lie down and get some rest!”

He gave her a sidelong glance and said in a husky voice, “You seem awfully cheerful! Go along and get me a pack of cigarettes.”

At first, she was reluctant to do it, but he was very adamant about it. So, she had no choice but to go out of his ward and get a pack from the bodyguard, who was standing guard by the door. Coming back in, she hande