Clint Zuckerberg understood and instantly started to investigate.
Amos Granger leaned against the chair, reminiscing the feeling of Eudora George lying on his body just now.
However, over time, the feeling dissipated. Amos frowned and called Clint over.
"I'm going home. You should have a good rest too. We'll talk about it tomorrow if anything comes up."
After leaving the building, Amos drove straight home.
The house was pitch-dark. Amos pushed the door open and went in. Looking at the closed door on the second floor, he couldn't muster the courage to go upstairs.
After a moment of stupor, he went to the sofa next to him and sat down.
Suddenly, a woman moaned, "Ouch..."
Amos was startled and turned on the lights hastily.
The woman was lying on the sofa in her pajamas, looking at him with sleepy eyes.
He had just sat on her leg and she woke up in pain.
Amos frowned slightly and asked, "Why are you sleeping here?"
Eudora pursed her lips. She honestly didn't know why she chose to sleep here. The big house felt like a cage when Amos wasn’t home. Hence, she would rather stay here than to go inside.
However, she was not going to tell him that.
She found an excuse and told him, "I accidentally fell asleep while I was reading."
They had a habit of reading on the sofa, hence there were always a few books being placed there. After Eudora finished her sentence, she stood up and walked away.
"I'm going upstairs!"
However, as soon as she moved, she felt pain shooting through her ankle.
She gritted her teeth and insisted on standing up. But Amos had held her down at the very next second.
"Why are you pushing yourself so hard?"
"I'm fine..." Eudora answered. And that moment, Amos had reached out and pressed her ankle.
"Ouch!" Eudora grimaced in pain.
"Didn't you say that it didn't hurt?" His face became bitter as he said it. Eudora knew she couldn't win the argument so she didn't say anything.
Amos sat down beside her. "Does it hurt?" Amos asked as his slender fingers massaged her ankle back and forth.
"No..."
"How about this?"
"Ouch! Ouch! Stop that..."
Amos breathed a sigh of relief. "You just sprained your ankle. It shouldn't pose too much of a problem. You’ll be fine tomorrow morning after some sleep." After that, he took the first aid kit and wrapped her ankle with bandages.
He then carried her and brought her upstairs.
Eudora looked at him warily. She was still traumatized by the incident that had happened that night. Hence whenever she saw Amos, she would feel inexplicably nervous.
Amos frowned and immediately spat out, "I'm not going to do anything to you!"
Only then did Eudora relax. She rolled to the edge of the bed and fell asleep slowly.
Seeing that Eudora's breathing had gradually calmed down, Amos could not help but laugh bitterly. Was he that scary?
When Eudora woke up the next day, she found that Amos had already left. The bedsheet on Amos’ side was somewhat wrinkled. It was a sign that he had slept there.
Eudora gaped at it blankly for a while. She then got out of bed.
In Valiant East, Clint was ready to report his findings.
Wendy realized that Amos seemed to be annoyed, so she immediately stopped talking.
After walking back to the sofa and sitting down, Wendy asked gently, "Amos, do you still remember what happened at the basement in the States?"
Amos finally reacted. He looked up at her and asked, "Why are you bringing that up?"
"I’m starting to miss that side of you. At that time, you were not as cold as you are now. Although you shouted at me, I know you were just afraid that I would get hurt."
Amos pursed his lips and replied, "You saved my life. Of course, I don't want you to get hurt."
"Do you still remember what I looked like at that time?" Wendy said. "Don't you look the same now?" Amos asked. Hearing this, Wendy was stunned. "I'm the one asking you."
"Sorry, I really don't remember. At that time, your face was very dirty and your hair was a mess. I only remembered that there was a tooth mark on your arm."
"I see." Wendy smiled. "Actually, you're right. I don't remember your face either. If you hadn't come to me, I would still be tortured there."
Speaking of this, Wendy shivered, as if she was recalling hell.
"That's not going to happen again! Your life will only get better from now on." Amos comforted.
"Yes!" Wendy smiled and took out the pumpkin soup that she had brought. "I made it this morning. Would you like to try it?"
"I..." Amos wanted to reject and say that he was full, but he couldn't help but think about the situation back in the basement.
"Okay, let's eat together then!"
Wendy excitedly scooped the soup into two big bowls. She then sat down in front of Amos.
"Is it delicious?" She looked at Amos expectantly.
Amos suddenly thought of the scene where Eudora first cooked for him. She had also looked at him expectantly and asked him if it tasted good.
At that time, he said he was not picky and he didn't care much about what he ate, so long as they were edible. She must have felt disappointed.
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