Shirley looked out of the car window and saw that the house before her looked familiar.
At this moment, Carter had already gotten out of the car and was at the side of the car in the rain opening the car door. He then bent down and carried Shirley out of the car, ignoring her protests.
“Carter, do you still intend to keep making mistakes now, even at this stage?”
As if mute, Carter remained silent as in the face of Shirley’s accusations.
“Carter!’
“Stop talking.”
Carter finally spoke, but he did not stop walking.
He carried Shirley to the sofa in the house, then he brought in Shirley’s luggage and wheelchair before closing the door.
The rain and wind were rustling outside beneath the gloomy sky.
Inside the house, Carter turned on the heating lamp and heater, and no one could feel the cold wind and haze of December in the house.
Carter removed his coat and slowly sat down in front of Shirley. He then picked up a red apple and started peeling it.
Shirley looked at Carter’s every move coldly, and then she also stopped speaking.
She wanted to see what Carter would do.
Carter slowly peeled the apple and did not look at Shirley. He only stopped when he had peeled the entire apple to its core.
“Are you satisfied with the outcome?” Carter asked, breaking the tense and silent atmosphere.
He lifted his bottomless black eyes and looked faintly at Shirley who remained calm.
“I really didn’t expect that, when I was questioned, you’d stand up and help everyone drive me away. ”
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