Chapter 10 Are You Mad?
After I got out of the hospital, I figured that it might not be practical to go back to Water Villa to sleep, so I simply went to the company.
I was planning on working at first. However, after a sleepless night, I couldn’t help but sleep in the office. I slept there for most of the day, and in the evening, Rachel dragged me to go shopping.
Rachel was a girl from a bourgeois family. She had been in the city TV station as a reporter. A while ago, she went on a field trip for half a year and harvested good results, so the city TV station gave her half a month to rest.
She always came to the Conner Group to look for me and drag me around.
“Tabatha, how about we go to a beauty salon after eating and then go to the movies?” She was a lively person. She dragged me while chattering about our next activities non-stop.
I nodded and had no objections. I had been in such a terrible mood these days, and I figured that taking a walk wouldn’t be a bad thing.
Therefore, we went shopping and eating.
When Walter called, Rachel and I had just had our tickets checked and were about to enter the theater.
Looking at the caller ID, I frowned and answered the phone. I said, “What’s up?”
Walter’s voice was cold and deep. He probably heard the noise over here. “Where are you?”
“I’m at the cinema watching a movie.” I found a quiet place at the entrance of the cinema.
After half a minute of silence, his slightly cold voice came from the other end of the line. He said, “You’re watching a movie?”
I nodded and then realized he couldn’t see that. I said, “Yes. What’s up, Mr. Hinton?”
He seemed to be suppressing his emotions. “I’m in the hospital, Tabatha.” His words sounded cold.
“I know.” I signed the informed consent form.
He stopped talking. After a long time, he suddenly said, “I’m hungry.”
I was stunned and frowned. “Isn’t Ashley with you?”
He didn’t seem to hear me and said, “If it’s not convenient for you, I’ll ask Dale to be here.”
I was speechless.
Among all the people, he chose Dale. It was no different from telling the Hinton family that I went to see a movie while neglecting him, my paralyzed husband.
I took a deep breath and tried to be patient. “What would you like to eat?”
I wasn’t afraid of the Hinton family. It was just that once they knew about it, so would my parents. I knew Rudolf well. He would probably think that I was acting willful again.
“Anything,” he said concisely.
I hung up the phone and looked at Rachel. She probably had a rough idea, so she curled her l*p and said, “Don’t tell me you’re being bossed around by a man.”
I nodded.
She sneered, waved her hand at me, indicating for me to leave, and said with a sad face, “Go. I know that even if I can keep you around me, I can’t control your heart. Just let me die alone.”
She was just a few drops of tears away from becoming the movie queen. I smiled, hugged her, and said, “I’ll make it up to you some other time.”
After saying goodbye to her, I went out of the cinema. Walter had just had surgery, and I couldn’t think of anything for him to eat except soup.
I went back to Water Villa, made some soup, and went straight to the hospital.
Walter was in the hospital.
In the ward, Walter was lying on the bed, and beside him stood Roy respectfully with papers in his hand. It seemed that they were talking about something related to the company.
Instead of going in, I leaned against the door and waited for them to finish. It seemed that Walter saw me. He stopped talking and asked Roy to go on with his business.
After Roy left, I went in, put the soup next to the bed, glanced at the man on the bed who couldn’t move, and said indifferently, “The doctor said you can’t eat anything else. Make do with it.”
With that, I sat down in a chair beside the bed, resting my chin on my hand, wondering if I should leave now that I had finished delivering him food.
Walter glanced at the soup and frowned slightly. After a while, he looked at me and said suddenly, “It was a critical situation, and I didn’t have time to think too much.”
I was confused for a few seconds, and then I realized that he was talking about his accident when trying to protect Ashley. I nodded indifferently.
“So?” He frowned and stared at me.
I didn’t want to discuss with him about his heroic behavior. I looked at him and said, “The soup is getting cold.”
It seemed that my reaction made him a little unhappy. He looked at me, his eyes darkened. “Tabatha, are you mad?”
“No,” I said. Without waiting for him to answer, I got up and continued, “You have always done things properly, Mr. Hinton. Now that you said that it was an emergency, I’m sure you knew what you were doing. What you and I have is a marriage for the sake of business. I have no right to be angry with any woman you secretly care or admire.”
“Care or admire?” He narrowed his eyes and looked at me, his face even more sullen. “To my surprise, it seems that you know me better than I do.”
