Pay For Lovely Me novel Chapter 59

Except for the sadness of Celia caused by the death of Ned, the atmosphere of the dinner was warm.

"Celia, you have to eat more. Otherwise, how can you hold on for these days?"

Hans naturally avoided the surname "Su". When her first name was called out in his gentle and soft voice, there were a different taste in it, as if her name was gently chewed on the tip of his tongue and then came out of his mouth after a while with a hint of attachment.

"You should eat too. You don't need to take care of me."

Celia said in a calm tone, doing her best to hide the sadness.

However, it seemed that Hans liked picking up food for her and watching her eating. Although Celia was immersed in sadness, she could feel his warm and gentle gaze no matter how dull she was.

Therefore, when she ate a piece of fish, she was in a trance and swallowed a small fishbone. It stuck in her throat, and she immediately flushed with pain and could not stop coughing.

"What's wrong, Celia?"

A trace of worry flashed across his face. Without hesitation, Hans reached out and patted her on the back.

"A fishbone stuck, stuck in my throat."

Celia raised her eyes and saw the tenderness in his eyes clearly. Her heart trembled.

Hearing this, Hans frowned slightly. He reached out to take the mature vinegar aside, poured half a glass, and skillfully placed the glass to her lips. The hand that had just helped her breathe returned to her back. He patted her gently and said softly, "Just drink it then you will be fine."

Celia nodded. She took his hand and drank up half a glass of mature vinegar in one breath. The strong sour taste made her almost vomit. Under the concerned eyes of Hans, she tried hard to hold back the impulse and swallowed the mature vinegar.

"Are you feeling better?"

Without blinking his eyes, Hans patted her back gently with his big palm. His gentle eyes and concerned tone were very helpful when Celia needed comfort most.

Even though he had done a lot of excessive things to her before. At this moment, Celia clearly felt that her heart was rippling because of his tenderness.

That feeling was strange and out of her control.

So for a moment, she just stared at him blankly, looking at his handsome and worried face, and the tenderness flowing in his deep eyes.

"Are you feeling better? Let me take you to the hospital."

Seeing that she was in a daze and didn't say anything, Hans thought the fishbone was still stuck in her throat. As he spoke, he took her hand and was about to stand up.

"No, it's all right now."

When his warm palm touched her cool hand, Celia suddenly got back her composure. She shook her head and explained. Her face instantly turned red and flushed to her ears.

Seeing that she was really fine, Hans was a little relieved.

Lina looked at him affectionately. She almost wanted to say that she would sleep with him tonight.

Pretending not to understand what she meant, Hans smiled lightly and patted her on the face to comfort her. He persuaded her gently, "Lina, be a good girl. Go to bed. Let's talk about it tomorrow. I'm really tired."

After saying that, he ignored her entanglement, opened the door, went in and closed the door skillfully and quickly. When Lina could react, Hans had locked the door from inside.

"Hans, Hans!"

Lina was so angry that she slapped the door. Damn it! How could he lock her outside?

"I'm going to take a shower and go to bed. Lina, see you tomorrow!"

His voice came from inside. Lina stamped her feet and went back to her room reluctantly.

Nancy just symbolically stayed at the mourning hall for a while and went back to her room to sleep on the excuse of tiredness. Emily didn't even stay there for a minute. There were only Joe and Celia left in front of the casket.

"Celia, you can go back to your room to sleep if you are tired."

At two o'clock in the morning, for the fifth time, Joe asked Celia to go back to sleep. As a man, it was okay for him to stay up all night, but he was reluctant to let a girl stay up all night.

As before, Celia just shook her head slightly. She looked up at the smiling photo of her father and said in a low voice, "Brother, don't ask me to go to bed again. Tonight, we will stay with father together. Although I'm not his biological daughter, he has raised me up. I have already treated him as my biological father..."