Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 157

I gazed into Eric's serious eyes, and for some inexplicable reason, I nodded. "Okay."

With my response, he finally seemed to relax. He shifted gears, eager to hear the full story of what happened today.

After a moment of thought, I decided not to tell him that I had already known someone would try to kidnap me. Instead, I told him it was just a greedy person looking to extort money from the Brown and Cornell families, planning to keep one of us as a hostage.

From Eric's expression, he seemed to doubt my version of events, but seeing my resolve, he didn't press further.

We lapsed into a long silence.

Suddenly, I remembered something and looked up. "Have you passed gas yet?"

Eric's face stiffened, and he quickly avoided my gaze.

I couldn't help but laugh. Leaning closer, I grinned. "The famous Eric is getting shy? Really?"

Before I could finish the sentence, I saw a faint blush rise on his face. He hurried to explain, "No, no. It's just… I don't feel it yet. The effects of the anesthesia must still be lingering."

I didn't believe a word of it.

I shrugged and casually stood up from the chair. "I'm so tired. I think I'll step outside for a bit."

Without waiting for his reaction, I walked out of the ward.

Just before I left, I turned back. "I'm going out to grab something. If you get hungry, message me and I'll bring you something back."

I saw him nod, and then I shut the door behind me.

Ten minutes later, I received a message from Eric. "I'm thirsty. I want some water."

I smiled, knowing exactly what to do. I headed to the vending machine, picked up a bottle of water, and cheerfully made my way back.

Eric clearly understood the unspoken message in my actions.

He knew that I wasn't going out for a walk for some fresh air—it was to give him space so that he could preserve his dignity.