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Chapter 8
Wester reached down and picked up Demina’s medical report. “Stomach discomfort?”
“Yeah. Maybe I’m just not used to bring back I should be tine in a few days,” she softly responded
post them, a mutse actived and greeted Wesley. “Dr. Lowell”
Wesley replied with a hum. Then, he said nothing more and tumed to leave
Gemansa remained standing where she was and watched him leave. Her expression shifted sightly.
After Sara returned with the medicine, Gemma underwent a few more tests. Once everything was confined to be fine, the two of them headed toward the hospital
“Ms. Field, Mrs. Held said the chauffeur has left to pick up M. Hoffman, so we’ll need to grab a cab ourselves,” Sura informed her.
Gemma palised and turned to look at Sara. “What about her own car?TM
“I heard it broke down.” Sara’s gaze flickered as she spoke.
Gemma wain’t a fool, and she immediately understood what was happening. She chuckled, but her eyes were cold.
I’d been raining all day, and it was currently rush hour. Yet, they expected her to grab a cab and find her own way home though she was sick
“oh, Amelia You can’t hold back, can you? It’s only been a few days, and you’re already playing tricks, “Gemma mittered inwardly.
As she looked up, she indifferently said, “We’ll grab a cab then.” Her light tone made it seem as if she truly didn’t care, but her gaze lingered on the hospital exit. She waited for a long time but failed to hail a cab as the rain poured harder.
Around 1:00 pm, she glanced once more toward the hospital exit, just to see Wesley walking out. She didn’t look away, so her direct gaze soon caught his attention
Wesley stopped for several seconds betere walking toward her.
This time, Geerma spoke first. Her voice was soft and warm as she called out, “Mr. Lowell”
“Why are you still here?”
I’s raining, and it’s rush hour. I can’t hail a cab.”
is the field tamily’s driver?–
“He left to pick Amy up. Her car broke down.”
Wesley didn’t respond just as emma was thinking of what to say next, he said, “I’ll take you home. Let’s go.”
Without waiting for a reply, he started walking toward his car. Gemma followed with Sara in tow.
The drive from the hospital to the Field the entire trip
Field insidence was
was silent, Gemma sat in the front passenger seat, while Sara sat in the back. Wesley didn’t say a word throughout
When the car stopped at the door of the Field residence, Gemma suddenly turned to Sara and said, “Sara, go ahead and enter.”
a hesitated and glanced at Wesley, the remained rooted to her seat as she said, “You’re sick, Ms. Field. I’ll wait for you.”
pal interrupted Sara before the latter could finish. Her voice was gentle, and the smile on her lace was as usual, yet for some reason, Sara felt an table tear. “Ainight, Ms. Field ”
Affet Saca lett, Getuma tumed to Wesley and said, “Thank you, Mr. Lowell ”
“Dun’t worry about it.” His response was polite yet distant and carried an innate colliness.
The continued gazing at him with bold and interite ryes. It was completely different from th
the usual gentle demeanor she carried.
“Do you have something to say, Ms Field?”
“Why did you take nie bome?”
06, really? Taught you did it for Amy.”
wesley’s dark eyes–deepened, and has tune fumed cold, “What are your l
“Notlung I’mpattaveidus, what is it that you like about Any?–
Wesleystudied temas. Her tone was as getalle as evet, and her face cared les usual fait smile. Yet, he could detect a hint of mockery her last kertence
“Ann”t you asking a little too much, Ma. M–1H
