"I'm so sorry! I'm really sorry!" Avery rushed the words as she felt anxious and regretful. Maybe she shouldn't have gone with such a bad plan.
Grey didn't reply, his right hand on the steering while the other one was still holding the cup. Instead, he found a nice spot to park the car.
He looked at Avery, his expression was somehow frightening, even for Avery. Avery felt he was going to scold her like usual.
Instead, he reached for her right hand and stared down at it. "Are you hurt?" His deep voice almost brought tears to Avery's eyes.
Here she was thinking that he was angry at her when he was merely worried about her.
"I'm fine," Avery tried to pull back but Grey was firmly holding her. "You should check yourself. The coffee poured on you as well."
Grey locked gaze with her for a moment and Avery slowly released her hand.
Grey stared down at it. "It's not bruised. It looks like it will be fine," he looked up at her. "Let's go to the hospital."
Avery withdrew her hand now. "I'm looking at yours," she stared at his ruined shirt.
Grey followed the path of her gaze. "Well, I will be fine. I will just need to change this shirt. But you_."
"I wasn't the only one that needed to be worried. You got hurt because of me. We should go to the hospital."
"No, I can't allow that. We have to be at the office in thirty minutes. The interview would start by then," he explained.
Avery huffed. "You still remember that, yet you wanted me to go to the hospital."
Grey nodded once. "Yes, at least I would be able to handle things before you get back."
Avery felt elated. "Well, I'm not going to the hospital. You should be the one doing that. If you are worried about who would drive me to the office, you don't need to. I will handle myself," she assured.
"No, you have to be with your secretary. I don't think it's right to be alone."
"So, you would rather be alone but I can't? Aren't you a bit chauvinist?"
Grey chuckled. "You have to be kidding me. Why would you even say that?"
"Your statement warranted it."
"Ok but for your information, I'm not. I'm only talking about things that will benefit you."
"If you aren't, then allow me to tell you what would benefit you as well. How about that?"
Grey groaned. "Alright, no problem. What do you want?"
"If you won't be going to the hospital, at least, let me look at your hand and your chest. If it's worse, then you must agree to go to the hospital with me."
"It's nothing actually. The coffee wasn't really hurt," Grey argued.
"You said I was stubborn but you are equally stubborn!" She yelled.
Grey smiled softly and stretched out the cup of coffee. "Alright, let's do what you want and that's if we can get to the office before the arrival of the participants."
"Should we stop by a boutique and get you a new shirt?"
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