He struggled to get me into the car, then sat in the driver's seat but didn't start the engine; he just stared straight ahead.
Suddenly a chill ran through me.
This is bad.
I thought about it in my mind, and apart from asking me a question when I woke up and answering my questions when I had them, he hadn't said a word.
Of the few times he spoke, apart from the first sentence which was spoken in a gentle tone, the rest of his sentences were uttered in a harsh manner.
I did a quick survey and came to a conclusion.
He seemed angry.
I secretly glanced at him sideways. Why? It was a natural disaster and a man-made calamity. Besides, it was Lu Hao's fault, not mine.
By the way, if he insults me, call Lu Hao. He said he would take responsibility.
"Why didn't you tell me you were sick?" he finally spoke, his tone still harsh.
"Ah, yes, oh, I don't think it's a big deal, just a cold, nothing serious." I chuckled a little guiltily.
"A minor matter? Even if the fever reaches 39.8 degrees Celsius, it's still a minor matter."
I don't know what to say.
"I asked you if you weren't feeling well, why didn't you tell the truth? No, I should have noticed! Why, why did I even ask you to bring things over? I'm so damn stupid! If you had seen that car hit you on your way here... I... I... I..."
He was so angry that he became incoherent.
Although he tried to restrain himself, it was still obvious that he was very excited.
"I...I...I think that document must be very important, and you can't get away, so I...I...I..." Oh my god, I've caught Lu Hao's stammering from me today.
He turned to look at me, his eyes filled with deep guilt.
I didn't dare to speak, and looked at him with a wronged expression, quickly searching my mind for all the books I had ever read.
Is it feigning innocence, feigning vulnerability, feigning ferocity, or seduction...?
In romance novels and prime-time dramas, the last one is usually the most effective, but I seem to lack the necessary qualities... If only...
Pshaw, what am I thinking? Just pretend I didn't write anything, please don't read it.
After pacing around for a while, still unsure of what to do, I could only continue staring at his face.
He suddenly raised his hand.
Are you going to beat me up? I'm a patient.
His hand simply fell gently, slowly stroking my face along my hair.
Then he let out a long sigh as if he had breathed a sigh of relief.
He started the car without saying a word.
I covered the spot where he had touched me; the touch was a little rough, but warm.
What do you mean? It's all over now. I should be the one who's relieved.
Tang Lei is inhuman. He only gave me two weeks off after I broke my leg. So I told him that he would never see what color a marriage certificate is in his life, and even if he did, Tang Lei and Ji An's names would not appear on it at the same time.
So I got a month-long vacation.
Suddenly, I felt like a primary school student on winter vacation. I had a wonderful sleep, and now I'm sitting happily on the bed, contemplating my next thoughts and feelings.
Someone rang the doorbell.
Today is Monday, and the only ones who will ring my doorbell are those three lucky idlers.
If I'm like this and they still make me cook, they'll never see me in the kitchen again in their lifetime.
I froze when I opened the door.
I wouldn't be this surprised even if someone did a striptease in front of my house.
It's knife-cut noodles.
I mean, Hayakawa Noriyuki...
And the fruit basket in his hand.
This scene looks familiar.
“Wicked Queen, even if you disguise yourself as a knife-cut noodle, I will not eat your apple stained with poison.”
Suddenly, I thought of Snow White.
There was a moment of silence.
"Your mother called to say you were in a car accident," he said slowly.
As you might have guessed, my mom called last night to ask if things were going well with my knife-cut noodles. To change the subject, I casually mentioned that I was in a car accident.
You've gone to the wrong place.
Then the knife-cut noodles arrived...
"Thank you so much for coming to see me." I forced a smile.