Chapter 305 I Invited You to Dinner
I nodded, glancing to see seven or eight types of exquisite pastries displayed on the table next to me. Many of them were ones I had never seen before. They looked delicious and appealing. I indeed had a sweet tooth, especially for treats that were both pleasing to the eye and the palate.
I couldn’t help but pick up a piece and eat it. It was indeed delicious, fragrant, glutinous, and sweet. Finishing a bite was exceptionally satisfying.
The doctor had finished examining Daniel and everyone had left one by one, even Sebastian who had been standing quietly by the side also left. Mysteriously, only Daniel and I were left in the ward.
I quickly swallowed the food in my mouth and looked at him, asking, “How is your leg recovering?”
Instead of answering, he counter-questioned, “Is it delicious?”
I nodded, answering truthfully, “Yes, it’s quite delicious.”
“I will deliver it to you every day from now on,” he began, seemingly in a good mood.
I quickly shook my head, “No need, this thing should be caten occasionally, not as a meal. Eating too many sweets is not good for the b*dy.”
He nodded thoughtfully, seeming to agree, “That’s true, I’ll bring you more if you want to eat.”
I was speechless, not knowing how to refuse for a moment, and I
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couldn’t think of anything to say to him. The ward suddenly became inexplicably quiet.
He spoke first, “I’ve arranged for Sebastian to handle the project in the southern district. The project will start after the New Year. Once this break is over, we’ll be busy.”
I nodded, looking at him sincerely and said, “Thank you for helping me like this.” If it wasn’t for him stepping in to support the Conner Group during my time at the police station, and insisting on
cooperating with the Conner Group, the Conner Group would probably have declared bankruptcy by now.
He later accompanied me on an adventure to Dracview to find my mother, and even risked his leg for it.
He smiled faintly and said in a foreign accent, “I thought after all we’ve been through together, you would truly consider me a friend and not be so distant with me. But it turns out, you’re still as distant as ever.”
I quickly shook my head in denial, “No, it’s not about being distant.” I hesitated for a few seconds, then said. “I truly consider you as a friend, and what I’m about to say is not because I’m being distant, but because I genuinely want to thank you. I know that just saying two light ‘thanks’ lacks sincerity, but if I don’t say it, I really can’t get past it in my heart. So, I still want to say it to you. Of course, when I say ‘thanks’ to you, it’s not just about saying these two words. Since we are friends, in the future, if you need anything, as long as you ask, as long as I can do it, I will not refuse.”
He seemed somewhat helpless as he looked at me, saying, “I helped you, not because I wanted anything from you, nor did I expect any return from you.”
I nodded hastily and said, “I know, I know, I didn’t mean to take your kindness for granted, I was just making a comparison. I truly consider
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you as a friend.”
He smiled faintly, nodded slightly, and looked at me gently, saying, “Alright, don’t dwell on this issue anymore, it’s almost the end of the month. Since we are friends now, are you free on the evening of the 24th?”
I nodded, but then immediately shook my head slightly.
He raised an eyebrow, “Do you have time, or not?”
After some thought, I said, “I might have to make a trip to Springbury.”
He nodded, his expression indifferent, seemingly casually asking, “Is there something you need to take care of?”
He didn’t hide his intentions, and said directly, “I promised Grandma of the Hinton family to go on vacation with her, it might take a few days.”
He hummed in agreement, his expression indifferent, and didn’t say much else.
“Was the 24th your birthday?” I tentatively asked, unable to recall what the day signified at that moment, so I just asked.
He paused slightly, shaking his head, “No.”
“Let me treat you to a meal when you get discharged,” I said, thinking of making up for it.
He glanced at his own leg, a smirk playing on his l*ps, “Has it been. okay recently? Staying in the hospital every day, I’m a bit bored.”
I hesitated a bit, looking at his leg, couldn’t help but ask, “But can you leave the hospital like this?”
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He raised an eyebrow, “If you’re willing to push my wheelchair, I think the doctor would probably agree to let me go out for a walk.”
“Of course, I had no problem with that,” I said, nodding. “If it’s okay, I’ll treat you to a meal and take you out for a walk.”
“Good!” He spoke, his face unable to contain the smile.
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