Her hands gripped her knee, probably because the temperature in the car was too low. Noting her shiver, I adjusted the temperature.
"You had the self-awareness to know that you are not good enough for him, so you left. I can admire that. You are not annoying after all." She glanced at the air conditioner that I adjusted and said, "Thank you!"
I forced a smile and didn't bother disputing her words. I said instead, Why don't I drive you to the hospital? You must be hurting badly, your ankle having been sprained twice in a row."
She nodded and said off-handedly, "Okay, since you have nothing to do anyway."
After arriving at the hospital, the doctor said that her foot was caused by ligament strain and that she should stay home and rest for a few days. He prescribed her some ointment and medicines.
"Take me home. It's not convenient for me to take a taxi." She said.
Indeed, it was inconvenient to take a taxi from the hospital. I nodded.
Linda called. "What took you so long? What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I brought her to the hospital. I'm waiting for her medication. Please tell Sebastian that I'll be back soon."
"F*ck, Arianna, do you have a hole in your head? This woman is trying to snatch your man away from you. Why are you taking care of her like this, is there something wrong with your brain?"
The voice on the mobile phone was loud enough for me to wince.
I quickly glanced at Rowane. She was absentmindedly looking at the scenery outside the window and did not seem to hear.
"Well, I'm driving. We'll talk later!" After hanging up, I continued driving.
"If it weren't for Hendrix, I might have become friends with you," she suddenly said.
Stunned, I looked at her from the corner of my eye. Where was this coming from?
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