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Chapter 275

Chapter 275 Annoying Me?

I was confused, what was he asking?

But he quickly realized, he probably really misunderstood that I had feelings for Daniel.

This was indeed hard to explain, and moreover, it seemed unnecessary to explain.

My mind cleared, and I felt somewhat relieved. I looked at him and said. “Walter, we’re already

divorced. You have no right to interfere in my personal affairs. Thank you for finding evidence for me,

and I’m sorry that my issues have involved the Hinton family and you. The situation with Henry

happened too suddenly, I didn’t consider your situation before letting Cory release the news. I will find

time to visit and explain everything to grandma. It’s getting late, you should go home and rest.”

Afraid that he would overthink, I couldn’t help but add in a calm tone, “Thank you.”

The relationship between people is indeed complicated. Originally, since we divorced, it would have

been best to have no contact with each other forever. But now, so many things have happened, good

and bad, all mixed together. I seemed to be really unable to completely hate him, nor could I let go of

my grudges and care about him as I used to. Indeed, people do change.

The intense love that once existed would dissipate, as would the feelings of hatred. One could neither

continue to hate, nor manage to love. Speaking of it, one wouldn’t know whether to feel sad or happy.

Walter fell silent, a silence that was quiet yet harsh, and seemingly

endless. I couldn’t fathom his thoughts, nor did I have the strength to delve into his emotions at that

moment.

She hesitated slightly, wanting to speak up again to ask him to leave.

He suddenly spoke, “How do you want to thank me?”

Me??

After being stunned for a few seconds, I opened my mouth, “If there’s anything you need help with,

please speak up as soon as possible. If I can help. I definitely will.” This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

He raised an eyebrow, his face expressionless as he said, “I’m staying here tonight.”

I was instantly speechless, what was this person up to?

It was the first time I realized that Walter’s face… was actually quite thick!

What else could I say? It seemed I couldn’t.

He simply gave up and said, “Do whatever you want.”

Seeming to anticipate that I couldn’t drive him away again, he raised an eyebrow, his complexion a few

shades better than before.

I had been dealing with him for half a day, but didn’t manage to drive him away. Instead, I ended up

feeling somewhat stifled. I was lying in the hospital bed, no longer wanting to speak. I simply closed my

eyes and pretended to be dead, since there was no way I could be discharged at this point anyway.

If it were in the past, I definitely wouldn’t have been able to just lie in the hospital doing nothing. But

after all, I had been in the police station for so many days, probably forced by the environment, so it

was

quite nice to just lie quietly in the hospital, doing nothing.

At least the stomach was full, the bed was warm, and the heart was not

uneasy.

I didn’t know what time I fell asleep. I just vaguely remembered that after having a bit of a sulk with

Walter in my mind, I directly ignored him lying on the bed and started to daydream.

Later, somehow, I just fell asleep.

The next day, the weather in River City was nice, even in the cold winter, the morning sun was warm

enough to heat the heart.

When I woke up, I habitually spaced out for a brief moment before regaining my thoughts. The man

who had been sitting in the chair next to me was nowhere to be found, and the ward was eerily quiet.

Perhaps the medicine in the hospital was exceptionally good, as I could hardly feel any pain in my

waist. Getting up from the bed, I prepared to pack my things and return to the Conner’s place.

The door to the ward was pushed open from the outside, and unsurprisingly, the person who came in

was Walter.

I looked back, our eyes met, and I noticed he was holding breakfast in his hand. No wonder I didn’t see

anyone when I woke up, he must have gone out to buy breakfast.

“Does it still hurt?” The man spoke, his voice cool yet gentle, betraying no hint of the fact that our

conversation was not going well.

“Hmm!” I responded, not saying anything, thinking in my mind about going to handle the discharge

procedures.

He handed me breakfast and said, “Eat something first, after you finish, I’ll accompany you for a walk.

We’ll have the doctor come and

check on you again at noon.”

I frowned, hearing this, was he planning to pester me today as well?

Looking at him, I somewhat reluctantly said, “Aren’t you busy? Do you have that much time? How long

have you been here, with nothing to do?”

Perhaps sensing the hint of dismissal in my words, he slightly furrowed his brows, “Annoyed with me?”