Lucas was clearly parched, for he gulped down three glasses of water before placing the glass down and thanked me gratefully. I felt awkward. Back then, when I refused to marry Lucas, the upper-class society mocked him saying that even a nobody like me wasn’t willing to marry him and that he was destined to be alone forever.
Although I had never met him, I could imagine how horrible it must have been when everyone else was taunting him.
Still, he seemed like a different person from what I heard. His gentle demeanor caught me by surprise. He didn’t even fly into a rage when I barged into his ward.
“Are you afraid of me?” Lucas asked when he saw that I was standing a distance away from him. A bitter smile played on his lips as he leaned back on his pillow weakly. “But I guess that makes sense. Women are afraid of me because of my horrible reputation.”
I couldn’t bring myself to continue the conversation and changed the topic hastily. “Why don’t I fill your thermos and put it on top of your bedside drawer? That way, you can drink warm water whenever you want.”
“Thank you!”
After ending the strange conversation, I escaped from the hospital swiftly as though someone was hot on my trails. It was mind-blowing to run into my ex-fiancé lying in the hospital. Ugh, that was so awkward!
Downstairs, I sprained my foot as I was wearing heels. A sharp pain flared up from my ankle. At once, I held the wall for support. Limping toward a flowerbed behind a tree, I sat down with a huge thud. D*mn it. Seems like the hospital and I are at odds. I keep getting hurt here.
I decided to give Christopher a call. He was always busy with something. I knew his company and family were taking up his time, but he still insisted on carrying out our bedtime activity despite the fact that he was starting to get dark eye circles.
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