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That hand once blocked a fatal flying stone that had broken through the windshield for me.
I felt guilty about it for a long time.
One game ended, and Ryan high–fived his teammates, walking towards me drenched in sweat.
I handed him his jacket, “Let’s go.”
He pouted, “We won, and I don’t even get a sip of water?”
“I only have what I’ve drunk from.”
He reached out, “Give it to me.”
Lucas had left at some point.
I hesitated, “Let’s go buy you some water.”
When I got home, Lucas had already showered and was lying in bed wearing his pajamas.
I showered, got into bed, and he turned off the lights.
We didn’t speak all night.
The next day, our planned weekend date suddenly had an extra person.
“The company is planning to do an amusement park project, I’m bringing Zoe along to check out the site,” Lucas explained indifferently.
I didn’t say anything.
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We walked for a while, and Zoe seemed to have caught a cold, coughing incessantly.
Lucas frowned, “Why didn’t you say you were sick?”
Zoe smiled, “I’ve had this cold for several days. I thought it would be fine after taking some medicine, but coming out in the wind made it
worse.”
Lucas took off his jacket and handed it to her.
Zoe wrapped herself tightly in the jacket, “Thank you for your concern, boss.”
It was an overcast day, and the wind was strong, showing no signs of letting up, making my
face sting.
Lucas found a coffee shop, but unfortunately, it was full at lunchtime with only seats by the door left.
He let her sit in the seat against the wall, out of the wind.
Perhaps due to the cold wind, my head started to ache again, and I broke out in a cold sweat all over. My legs went weak, and I instinctively
grabbed Lucas’s arm.
He looked down at me, “Are you sick too?”
His tone couldn’t be described as caring.
If anything, it had a hint of mockery.
I struggled to stand steady, letting go of his arm, “I didn’t eat much breakfast, just a bit of low blood sugar.”
3:01 PM
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He didn’t say a word.
I said, “I’m going to the restroom.”
He made a sound of acknowledgment.
I turned around, took a deep breath, the headache making it almost impossible to think rationally, and something hot flowed out of my nose.
A few customers coming towards me looked surprised.
I had a nosebleed.
I quickly covered my nose and mouth, lowering my head as I hurried to the restroom.
After locking the bathroom stall door, I called Ryan to ask for treatment advice.
The call went unanswered for a long time, and a wave of nausea came over me. I bent over the toilet and vomited until I was dizzy.
The stomach acid burned my throat.
After throwing up, my head didn’t hurt as much.
I leaned against the wall, taking quite a while to recover.
I splashed some cold water on my forehead, washed my face, and left through the coffee shop’s side door.
When I came back, I found Zoe coughing quite badly, with Lucas gently patting her back.
My eyes suddenly felt a bit sore.
Probably out of jealousy.
I walked over and put some ambroxol and cough syrup in front of her, “I asked at the pharmacy, they said these might help with the cough.”
Zoe took them with some surprise, “Thank you, Miss Wu.”
Lucas’s gaze remained focused on her, not sparing me even a glance.
“You… don’t look too well either?” Surprisingly, it was Zoe who noticed something was off with me.
Lucas’s gaze finally turned to me, slightly scrutinizing.
I smiled, “My stomach’s a bit uncomfortable.”
He said flatly, “Let’s go home early after we finish our snacks.”
I nodded.
In the car, Ryan called me back, “Sorry, I was just getting lectured by the chief and didn’t have my phone. What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”
I glanced at Lucas in the driver’s seat and said softly, “Just a bit of stomach discomfort, wanted to ask you what medicine to take. It’s fine now, already better.”
Ryan was silent for half a second, “Let’s talk when you get back then.”
1 couldn’t help but smile a little.
He’s always been so smart.
Lucas turned to Zoe, “I’ll take you to the hospital for an IV drip.”
Zoe hesitated for a moment, then agreed.
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Lucas then looked at me through the rearview mirror, “What about you? Do you need to go to the hospital for a check–up?”
I shook my head, “Just drop me off, I’ll take a cab home.”
He had no reaction, “Suit yourself.”
I looked out the car window at the passing scenery.
Sometimes, I can’t help but wonder, if Lucas knew I was dying, would he regret treating me this way?
But then I immediately realize, what does it have to do with him? It was my choice to keep it from him.
A few minutes later, Lucas dropped me off at an intersection.
Zoe looked at me with a slightly apologetic expression.
The car quickly drove away.
I stood there for a while, then hailed a cab.
