Boyce stood motionlessly in confusion. He looked down at his hands. His hands were not dirty. He couldn’t understand why Cormac was so petty.
He rushed over to catch up with Cormac, “Wait, Cormac. I must talk to you.”
He wasn’t a nasty man, but why was Cormac so alerted to him?
“I understand you love your kids. After all, you finally have the children when you are old, but you can’t be so petty…”
Cormac looked back, “Pardon me? Did you say I have my children when I’m old?
He didn’t himself old.
Boyce clicked his tongue, “Oh, you are not old.”
Inwardly, he bitched about Cormac – he was over thirty, almost forty. Of course, he was old in Boyce’s opinion.
He walked over and said, “In the future, I’ll get a son. Let’s have the infant matrimony, shall we?”
Boyce thought to himself, ‘Cormac, you forbid me to touch your daughter. I’ll get a son and marry her in the future. Your daughter will be my daughter-in-law.’
Thinking of that, Boyce giggled.
Cormac’s face was suddenly darkened.
Boyce reacted quite fast. Before Cormac could blow upon him, he rushed to get in the car.
Simona blinked, “Daddy, what is infant matrimony?”
Cormac was speechless.
He stroked her hair and took her into the car, “He’s talking nonsense.”
“Ms. Flores? Ms. Flores?”
In a daze, Loredana heard someone calling her. She gradually opened her eyes, only to find Amelia standing beside her bed with her head outstretched. Seeing that Loredana opened her eyes, she said with a smile, “You are awake.”
Loredana moved a bit and sat up on the bed. She rubbed her eyes to sober up and asked, “What’s the time now?”
“It’s noon, twelve o’clock. You’ve been sleeping for a whole morning. You should eat something.”
Amelia was quite respectful to her because the young master asked her to take good care of Loredana.
She didn’t dare to mistreat Loredana.
“May I have a glass of water, please?” Loredana wasn’t hungry at all. Since she just woke up, she felt her throat dried out.
“Okay.” Amelia turned around and got some water for her.
Seeing that her figure disappeared from the door, Loredana lifted the quilt and got off the bed. Her injured foot was wrapped with a bandage, and the twisted ankle was still red and swollen. She pressed it slightly with her fingers – it hurt a lot. Frowning, she realized that she couldn’t recover shortly.
She supported herself with the other uninjured foot, trying to stand up.
“Do you want to be a cripple?” She heard the man’s deep voice at the door.
Loredana raised her head and saw the man in the wheelchair.
He operated the wheelchair to enter the room, “Your ankle’s periosteum was injured. If you continue to force yourself to stand, it cannot be recovered in ten days or a half month. In case it got serious, you would be… like me.”
He raised his voice when speaking the last line of his words with a self-mockery, “It’s not a happy thing to staying in the wheelchair.”
Loredana sat back, “I’m just trying.”
“Ms. Flores, here is your water.” Amelia came back with a glass of water.
Loredana took it over and said, “Thank you, Amelia.”
“Ms. Flores, you are Young Master’s guest. Of course, I should serve you well.” Amelia smiled. When speaking, she cast a glance at Charles.
Since Loredana was in her presence, she didn’t dare to go too wild. She looked away after the single glimpse.
Loredana noticed it but pretended not to see it. She raised the glass in her hand and drank some water to ease her thirst.
“Ms. Flores, you must be hungry.” Amelia put a tray table above the quilt, “Your foot was injured and you can’t walk now. Young Master asked me to bring the dishes here.”
Loredana looked over at Charles and said, “Thank you.”
Charles raised his eyebrows, “You are welcome. It’s a big world. We should have the fate to meet each other. Just stay here and get recovered. After you’re well, I’ll send you back home. By the way, where are you from, Ms. Flores?”
“City B,” answered Loredana honestly.
She was confused – he didn’t allow her to make a phone call but he said he would send her back home.
She wondered what was in his mind.
“City B?” Charles repeated slowly. He looked at the jade bracelet on her wrist again, lost in thought.
“Excuse me, Mr. White. What’s wrong?”
Charles was brought back to his senses. He faintly smiled and said, “Nothing. I just thought of something.” He looked at Loredana’s face, “Am I quite old?”
Loredana choked up.
She was confused, wondering what he meant by his question.
“I’m only twenty-six years old. You called me Mr. White. I thought I were over thirty.” Before Loredana responded, he said, “Please call me Charles.”
Loredana was silent.
It was not proper for her to call his first name, was it? It seemed the way was too intimate.
“Why? I’ve saved your life, but you are even unwilling to call my name. You are only pleased to give me such an old title, aren’t you?” His voice was serious, but there was no reproach in his eyes.
Loredana looked down, “I just felt that it was way too intimate to call your first name.”
“Intimate? Not at all. Anyway, you can’t call me Mr. White. Do you want to address me with ‘hey’ and
‘um’?”
Loredana was amused by him.
“Come on, call my name,” said Charles with a smile.
He looked delighted as well as somewhat expectant.
Loredana pressed her lips. Since he had saved her, she thought it should be fine to just call him with his first name as a return to satisfy him. She tried to call, “Charles?”
“No surname, please.”
New Book: Beginning with a Daring Encounter
Celsie was tired of being labeled as an introvert, workaholic, and dull virgin by her friends. Determined to prove them wrong, she made a bet that she would do something daring on her 25th birthday. Now that the day had arrived, it was time to fulfill her promise. On her daring to-do list, there was one task: a one-night stand with someone.
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