"Sean Cranston…""There you go." Sean had put Patrick in the car before he could finish, leaving him grumpy for some reason.Cordy was watching as the entire interaction took place and wondered if she was imagining things.Why else did she have this nagging, indescribable feeling?"Cordy?" Patrick called out to her."Oh," Cordy murmured and quickly gathered herself—her thoughts had certainly been a little questionable.-After they returned to Cranston Hall, they sent Patrick to his room.After settling everything for him, Cordy returned to her room.She had been working online most of the time lately, and there was a video conference soon.She studied the various agenda to be discussed and practiced how to convey her opinion with precision.However, someone opened her door while she did, and she looked up to find Richard gingerly carrying a glass of coffee into her room.While Cordy had been taking care of Patrick, Richard was spending his time with John, so they rarely me
Cordy was silent as she listened to Richard. It was true—whenever she took Patrick out on a stroll, they almost always ran into John.She was actually surprised, since John was never that outgoing, leaving her wondering if he was suffering from cabin fever.That was the case for Patrick, who was bored out of his mind staying in bed all the time. Meanwhile, Richard continued seriously, "Daddy didn't have to keep the bandages on his face too, and I heard the doctor telling him repeatedly to take them off or it would hamper his recovery. But Daddy insisted on keeping on the bandages, and now that I think about it, he must be worried that you'd be spooked since his face would look too scary."Cordy could not quite say how she felt just then.It was as if there was something missing between them, and she had since resigned herself to give up on him.Now, she really did not want to remember him—it was fine as long as long as they were both alive, even though they would be apart."A
However, there was a small flight of stairs leading to the garden. Patrick judged the distance but found it a little too tall—his wheelchair would flip if he went down directly.However, he did not have anything to lean on if he tried to walk down there… and he could not really crawl down there, could he?!If he forced himself to go straight down and aggravated his broken ribs…Forget the pain. He was on a timetable to marry Cordy!But as various thoughts crossed his mind, a voice suddenly spoke from behind him. "What are you doing?!""Argh!" Patrick squealed and jumped, startled by the sudden presence—his wheelchair lurched forward and started to roll down the stairs!However, before his face slammed straight on the ground, a silhouette appeared before him and quickly gathered him in his arms.The other man also blocked the wheelchair that was about to fall on Patrick, but it slammed hard on him.Even so, he straightened his back and caught the full brunt of the blow witho
Patrick could understand the reasoning, but hearing it from Sean upset him anyway.He did save Sean's life, so did Sean have to treat him like this?Was he saying that saving Sean's life was less than John's achievement in destroying the Lynds?Patrick got further upset the more he thought about it, but he never said it out loud.Sean, however, seemed to notice that Patrick was moody anyway, and he softened his tone. "I admire John as a great man. I would have liked him to work for me ever since he took down your cousins, though that's impossible now after all that's happened."Patrick remained silent.Yes, John was extraordinary, but was it not a little too cold to tell a rival that in the face?!Fortunately, the servants arrived with lunch and left it on the table of the veranda."How about eating out here? The air is good," Sean asked Patrick."You already asked your servant to bring it out, and you're asking me now? Pointless, isn't it?"Sean smiled, but he did not deny i
Patrick snorted. "How is that the same?""We'll be losing our own money if we mess up," Cordy said.Before Patrick could argue, Cordy said sternly, "It's our money now. There used to be little losses on our respective accounts, but losing together would mean losing big."Patrick was almost convinced, and Cordy added, "We shouldn't bankrupt ourselves just because we're in a relationship.""Then… promise me to video call me every day?""I promise." Cordy nodded."When are you leaving?""Right now.""Cordy." Patrick huffed—could she not keep him company a little longer? How could she leave when he just got discharged today?"I need to take part in this meeting at my company. There are details that I can't elaborate precisely through a video conference.""You at least have to eat, right?"Cordy gave in. "Fine. I'll leave after lunch."-After lunch, Cordy left in a hurry since she could not afford any delays.Sean took her to the airport, and she said gratefully, "I'm count
Cordy coolly replied, "There are some things to attend to."She was wondering just then if she should ask Sean to send Richard home, worried that her son would be uncomfortable being alone at the capital.Still, she soon remembered that she would be going back once she settled matters in North City anyway. She was relieved, since she did not want Richard to keep running back and forth."Should I get Dicky—""No." Cordy cut John short before he could finish.John pursed his lips in turn—he could actually feel how distant she was toward him.Still, he stayed silent and reclined against his huge, comfortable seat with his back toward her, staying away from her and pretending to sleep.Cordy ignored him and calmly read her magazine.The flight was a quiet one, and John kept sleeping without moving an inch or responding when the flight attendant arrived to ask for their orders.Cordy thought he really was sound asleep then, if it was not for the airplane suddenly lurching.Cries o
John never told Cordy and kept holding on to her hand in silence.He gulped, his heart pounding erratically as he wished the flight would last so much longer.It was after a long while when the plane finally started its descent, and the woman nearby started to bawl in an instant, though it was tears of joy this time. "I'm never boarding a plane anymore! Hngh…"Cordy breathed a quiet sigh of relief in turn.She was not as hysterical as the other woman, but everyone feared death regardless.She had to inhale deeply several times to only calm herself slightly, and that was when she noticed that she had been squeezing John's hand.Her heart skipped a beat, and she relaxed her fingers to release him, only to realize that John had been holding firmly to her hand, too.Nonetheless, John sharply noticed her movement and quickly released her.The air between them turned awkward, but luckily, the plane had touched down and stopped soon enough, and everyone could get off.Cordy did so
Cordy said nothing, since Jay would understand everything once he met John.She started to leave, while Jay asked in surprise, "Aren't you going to wait, Cordy?"Cordy frowned, so he quickly said, "It's just waiting to see if it's Johnny. I know there's a huge chance that it's a con, but—""No," Cordy said flatly and left without so much as a look behind.Jay found Cordy's reaction peculiar somehow. Was she really doubtful, or…Nonetheless, his heart was racing. He had been restless ever since John called him, and he was actually afraid to tell Zoe in fear that she would get more agitated than him.Hence, he stayed in his wheelchair and watched as the crowd moved around, never catching a glimpse of John.However, just as he was going to presume that he had been tricked, he suddenly glimpsed a familiar figure.It was just one glimpse, and his very blood was excited.Was that really John? That presence was remarkably familiar, even with that face mask and cap…However, Jay re