“You’re despicable.” Anathea looked at Gregory with resentment, using the harshest words she could think of to vent her anger. “You’re a despicable lunatic!”
“As long as I can keep you here, I can be a despicable lunatic just fine.”
Gregory’s pale lips curled into a faint smile, carrying a hint of sorrow.
“Anathea, you’re too heartless. You can abandon everything without hesitation. Nothing can shake your resolve. Since that’s the case, I won’t give you another chance to escape.”
His tone was calm, but Anathea could feel the cruelty behind his words.
He would never let her run away from him again, no matter what. He called her heartless, but wasn’t he the same?
Anathea exhaled, looking at the many wounds all over him. Her heart felt heavy and tight. She leaned back against the headboard and turned her face away, unwilling to look at him.
But he sat there at the bedside, quietly staring at her as if he couldn’t get enough.
The IV drip slowly finished, and Louie came over with a sullen expression to remove the needle.
Anathea frowned tightly; she hated needles.
The moment Louie pulled the needle out, a warm hand covered her eyes. A man’s voice sounded. “Don’t be scared.”
Anathea couldn’t see anything, but she could feel the coarse texture of the bandages. There were layers upon layers of them, indicating his injuries were far from minor.
Yet, he still used that overbearing attitude to keep her from worrying about him or feeling sorry for him. He was truly a walking contradiction.
Anathea suddenly found it hard to read him.
Gregory let go of her, and light flooded her vision again.
“Are you hungry? I had Bella make you something to eat.”
“I don’t want to see you right now,” she replied coldly.
“Alright, I’ll have Bella bring it in,” he said, getting up to leave.
Anathea’s gaze instinctively followed him. He was wearing a loose shirt, and she could vaguely make out the bandages wrapped around his shoulder and back.
She pressed her lips together, feeling complicated. But she forced herself to think of something else.
Gregory walked out slowly and saw Louie leaning against the doorway, looking at him with obvious resentment.
“Is something wrong?” Gregory asked blandly.
“That lawyer only got some scrapes. She’s fine. Can you send her away? I don’t want her here,” Louie stated.
Gregory raised an eyebrow slightly at his awkward tone. “Why?”
“Because I don’t want to see her.“Louie’s voice was stiff. And the moment Giselle was mentioned, his eyes started to turn red as if he was about to cry.
“Seriously? You have a sharp tongue, but you still have that weepy habit whenever you see her,” Adrian joked.
They all knew Louie was always sharp–tongued, but the one person who could make him tear up was his former girlfriend of four years, whom he dated abroad. Louie had tried hard to hide her from everyone.
But the moment Louie and Giselle had locked eyes, the shift in his expression had given it away, and Adrian had figured it all out.
At first, Adrian had just suspected it. But then, Giselle had set her documents down and gave Louie a once–over before saying, ” Long time no see.”
The second she said that, Louie’s eyes had reddened, though he’d still forced himself to check her injuries.
Giselle had cooperated well, but when she met his eyes and saw how red they were, she teased sarcastically, “All this time and you’re still not manly at all. Still a crybaby, huh?”
At that moment, Louie couldn’t hold it in anymore. He’d turned and walked away without looking back.
Adrian looked at Louie’s broken expression with confusion, then turned to look at Giselle. She just shrugged as though she’d long gotten used to it.
Now standing in the doorway with Gregory, Louie wiped his tears with tissues, demanding loud and clear, “I don’t care! Get that woman out of here right now. I don’t want to see her for even one more second!”
