Colin looked unpleasant and muttered in dissatisfaction, "You're so heartless. Didn't I always bring you snacks? Don't you know whether I'm busy? We agreed to bring everything to the surface. Why did you talk to me in such a snarky tone? Who did you learn it from?"Before I could respond, he ended the video call.It was the first time he proactively cut off my call.I stared at the phone screen speechlessly until the screen automatically went black. I gritted my teeth in frustration.That was a big misunderstanding. He took the initiative to cut off my phone call, indicating that he was indeed angry.When did Colin learn to get angry with me? Who did he learn that from?As expected, the brother and probation period boyfriend were in two completely different positions with different rights.Being angry with me was one of his rights as a boyfriend.When I treated him like a brother, he never hung up on me, let alone spoke harshly to me.I couldn't help but think about whether a
"Forget it. You seem exhausted. We rarely get together. Don't waste time waiting for meals. Let's order takeout. We can talk while eating."Julia looked at her husband shyly and agreed with us.As a result, the three girls who used to live in the same room started having fun.Henry was always on guard against us going too far and hurting his wife. His cautiousness and affection for Julia dazzled us.Despite our best efforts, the three of us cried as we parted ways.After graduation, we parted ways. It was difficult for us to spend every day together like when we were studying. Thus, our regular gatherings were precious. We were reluctant to bid farewell.Colin drove to pick us up from the airport. Andrew also came with him.I took the passenger seat and left the back seat for the potential couple, who hadn't seen each other for two days.Colin might still be angry. After putting my suitcase in the trunk, he stopped talking or looking at me and focused on driving.I wasn't sure
Colin appeared slightly relaxed but annoyed. He adjusted his tie and glanced at Winston in disgust.Then, he looked at me coolly. He seemed to be conveying that Winston was here to see me, so I should ask Winston what brought him here.I rubbed my nose awkwardly. Alright, I would ask Winston."Wins..."Unexpectedly, Winston ignored me and handed a package to Colin. "Mr. White, this is a specialty brought by Mr. Walker's relatives from his hometown. He requested me to send it over and let you have a try."I assumed Mr. Walker was the one who asked Colin for help sending something to the rehabilitation hospital last night.It turned out Winston wasn't looking for me. Didn't that mean I was being nervous for nothing?Colin also hadn't expected Winston to be waiting for him. As the plot abruptly shifted, he was unsure how to react, and his expression changed several times.He felt embarrassed, but he still pretended to be serious. I never realized he was such a fantastic actor.I
Colin was pissed off but amused. He started tickling me. "You naughty girl! I'd like to give myself to her, but I'm afraid you'll cry and break up with me.""Tsk. Who would cry? You are overthinking it."We were having fun when Professor King called us, ruining the lovely atmosphere.I wondered if he was an expert on love distractions.I calmed myself down after laughing so hard from being tickled and picked up the call.Professor King's excited voice came over. "Luna, Dreamlight's sample room design has come out. The publicity effect is perfect. The pre-sale is particularly popular."Several prospective homebuyers have expressed interest in the stunning murals. That's only a sample image. When the house is officially completed, the overall effect will probably be better.""Really? Then my work these days has not been in vain." That was indeed good news."That's right. You have to hold on and not give up on the rest. Dreamlight's advertising team is particularly good. As a proj
Colin's phone rang beside the bed before I had finished wiping his hair thoroughly.Sometimes, I hated the ubiquitous high-tech products like cell phones, which ruined the atmosphere at critical moments.Of course, even if I hated it, it provided numerous benefits. I couldn't live without it.His phone was by the bed, about three feet away from where Colin and I were. As I had good eyesight, I could easily see the number on the phone screen with a glance. The number was unfamiliar, and I had no idea who the caller was.I didn't know many of Colin's colleagues' phone numbers, mainly because I hadn't had much contact with them. I didn't like their lively events and had never attended their gatherings.When someone contacted him at this hour, I automatically thought it was his colleague or the lecturer Colin had helped.I took the phone, picked it up, and placed it near his ear. His big hand held mine, moistening my hand.Before Colin said a few words, I could feel his muscles stif
He was Gavin, one of Jasmine's followers."Mr. White, you're finally here. Please go and see Ms. Jasmine—"Gavin probably wanted to grab Colin's arm and walk straight in. Unexpectedly, Colin turned around and helped me out of the car.Gavin instantly swallowed his unfinished words, hesitating to speak and looking at us in surprise. I felt a little happy to see him speechless."Let's go in." Colin took my hand, greeted Gavin, and led me up the steps.When I passed Gavin, I noticed his eyes were filled with broken faith.There should be something wrong with Jasmine's injury.Colin learned from his previous experience to take precautions before anything happened. He had become smarter.As we walked down the long corridor, I noticed a nurse writing something at the nurse station. There was an unopened bag of late-night snacks on the table. It was a round container that likely held soup. When I looked at the logo on the bag, I felt it was familiar.Colin was tall and appeared power
Jasmine didn't wear a hospital gown but silk pajamas with long sleeves and trousers. Because of the unique softness of the silk, she fully exposed her body curves, which was much more attractive than merely seducing.She lay weakly on the bed. She must have cried just now as her eyes were still a little red.Her other follower, Baz, stood to the left of the bed. He placed his hands behind his back, displaying his concern.An elderly woman was massaging Jasmine's lower limbs, occasionally turning her head to wipe her tears, like a mother who felt sorry for her daughter.I was puzzled. Weren't Jasmine's family members living abroad? Did this woman rush back after hearing that she was injured?I looked at Colin in confusion. This woman was so distressed that she cried. Could she be Jasmine's mother? It wasn't a serious injury. She wouldn't shed tears if she wasn't close with Jasmine.Colin shook his head subtly, whispering to me that it was Sophia, the caretaker.That seemed a litt
Perhaps Jasmine also realized she had exaggerated her injury, so she attempted to cover her forehead, but I gently blocked her hand.Her wound was approximately an inch long and slightly reddish. It appeared to be a red mark etched by nails rather than an open cut.The key was that I couldn't tell if there was a wound unless I looked at it closely.No wonder she rushed to call Colin at night. If we had come a little later, the wound might have healed on its own.Colin could tell Jasmine was causing trouble again. His expression darkened with anger.Nobody would be happy to get deceived repeatedly with different excuses and the same reason."Ms. Jasmine has suffered this time. She was in so much pain during the rehabilitation that she couldn't bear to let us follow her. She never said anything. I felt distressed when I saw that."Mr. White, if it weren't for the accident tonight, I wouldn't have troubled you. But it was dangerous, and we had no guys around."I glanced at Baz, wh