Chapter 642:
“It’s okay. I know you’re busy. Let’s meet next time?”
“I won’t be able to meet you anytime soon. Goodbye!” Herbert said, before hanging up.
From their conversation, I understood that Herbert and Linda weren’t very close, but I still felt a bit uneasy.
I forced a smile and said, “Your words are so heartless. You might hurt a beauty’s heart.”
At that moment, Herbert suddenly grabbed my hand.
“I only care about you!”
Herbert’s eyes were locked on me, his gaze intense and burning. My heart skipped a beat, unable to control the rush of emotions flooding in…
Bella’s POV:
Except for Herbert, no other man could make me feel that my heart was beating crazily. I knew I wouldn’t fall in love with any man again because I still loved him.
But I couldn’t let go of the pain from the past.
“Let me go!” I said.
“No.”
Although Herbert’s voice was soft, his tone was firm.
At that moment, the door to the ward opened, and a nurse entered with the operation tray.
Only then did Herbert release my hand.
It was unfortunate for Herbert that the nurse was struggling to insert the needle into his hand, trying several times unsuccessfully. She became flustered, breaking into a sweat.
Herbert wasn’t angry. I felt a bit sorry for him, seeing the back of his hand, but when I noticed his calm demeanor, I thought perhaps it wasn’t painful for him.
Soon, the nurse managed to insert the needle successfully and hung the infusion bottle on the drip stand. After providing some instructions, she left with a smile.
For a moment, the ward fell silent. Under Herbert’s gaze, I felt an odd tension in the room. I glanced out at the dark window and said, “Lucas and Lucky are still at home. Joey can’t handle them alone. I’ll go back first.”
“Alright. The children do need you,” Herbert replied.
I turned and walked toward the door.
As I reached for the door handle, I stopped. I suddenly turned back and looked at Herbert, who was lying in the bed.
“This happened because of my family. I’ll pay for the medical expenses.”
Hearing this, Herbert frowned, his face darkening.
“But I’m sorry,” I continued with a smile, “the figures for your nutrition and lost wages are too high for me to cover.”
Herbert’s eyes grew sad at my words.
“Do you have to be so calculative with me? Do you really treat me as a stranger?” he asked.
