Lucas was clearly parched, for he gulped down three glasses of water before placing the glass down and thanked me gratefully. I felt awkward. Back then, when I refused to marry Lucas, the upper-class society mocked him saying that even a nobody like me wasn’t willing to marry him and that he was destined to be alone forever.
Although I had never met him, I could imagine how horrible it must have been when everyone else was taunting him.
Still, he seemed like a different person from what I heard. His gentle demeanor caught me by surprise. He didn’t even fly into a rage when I barged into his ward.
“Are you afraid of me?” Lucas asked when he saw that I was standing a distance away from him. A bitter smile played on his lips as he leaned back on his pillow weakly. “But I guess that makes sense. Women are afraid of me because of my horrible reputation.”
I couldn’t bring myself to continue the conversation and changed the topic hastily. “Why don’t I fill your thermos and put it on top of your bedside drawer? That way, you can drink warm water whenever you want.”
“Thank you!”
After ending the strange conversation, I escaped from the hospital swiftly as though someone was hot on my trails. It was mind-blowing to run into my ex-fiancé lying in the hospital. Ugh, that was so awkward!
Downstairs, I sprained my foot as I was wearing heels. A sharp pain flared up from my ankle. At once, I held the wall for support. Limping toward a flowerbed behind a tree, I sat down with a huge thud. D*mn it. Seems like the hospital and I are at odds. I keep getting hurt here.
I decided to give Christopher a call. He was always busy with something. I knew his company and family were taking up his time, but he still insisted on carrying out our bedtime activity despite the fact that he was starting to get dark eye circles.
However, before I could reach my phone, a water bottle flew in my direction and nearly hit my head. Immediately, I felt a flash of irritation. What kind of brat just throws a bottle like that? Don’t they know it might hurt someone else?
Littering was wrong as the greenery was meant to cleanse the air.
“Lyle, how could you? We finally get to be together. Why are you mad at me?”
I immediately recognized the voice as Crystal’s, as it was whiny. I cowered behind the flowerbed and peeked out carefully. Lyle was glaring at Crystal angrily. They were clearly arguing.
They must’ve been the ones that threw the water bottle in my direction. D*mn it. Why am I always dragged into their mess?
“I’m mad? Crystal, do you know what’s going on? I don’t mind you being intimate with Benjamin back then. But now that I’m divorced and ready to be with you, why are you still entangled with him? Have you ever considered my feelings?” demanded Lyle.
“Entangled? Don’t make it sound so disgusting. I’m a public figure. Of course I need to attend the party with a male partner. We were just dancing with each other as usual. You had just gotten a divorce, so you couldn’t announce our relationship for the sake of your company’s reputation. I understand that. So why can’t you understand me?”
Crystal’s eyes were red as she stared at Lyle pitifully, seemingly about to cry at any minute. I bet she would cry turning her head sideways. She would probably also tilt her head up while a drop of tear trickled down her cheek. After all, these two expressions were her prettiest crying expressions.
“Dancing? Why were your cheeks stuck against each other, then? Why did you press your lips to his when you were dancing? If you like Benjamin that much, why marry me?” Lyle was unreasonable when he was furious as Wendy had spoilt him.
“Lyle!” As expected, tears streamed down Crystal’s cheeks as she tilted her head. “I’ve explained to you, right? Benjamin was drunk and thought I was his lover. Why are you being so unreasonable? I’m utterly disappointed in you. I didn’t even get mad when your grandma ordered me around in the hospital. Do you even care about me?”
