Connor was both angry and amused, and he kicked him: "Get out of here, it’s none of your business in the first place!"
Johan Niles took a kick and winced in pain. He turned around, biting his teeth resentfully as he headed towards the kitchen, "Hmph, everyone’s all paired up, huh? I’ll drug you all! Make you impotent!"
Isabella Weaver sat on the couch, laughing uncontrollably watching the three of them fool around.
Even Harry Hunter, who usually had a cold deanor, showed a slight smile. He sat next to Isabella and asked her, "What else did you buy today?"
Isabella took out a bottle of eye drops, "I also bought this! Lean back on the sofa, tilt your head, and I’ll put so in for you."
Harry regretted it imnsely; he shouldn’t have asked that question!
He didn’t like using eye drops at all!
He leaned against the sofa, eyes closed, "Actually, my eyes are just fine."
"No, they’re not."
Isabella wouldn’t let him refuse, prying open his eyelids with her fingers and smiling as she dropped one in.
Harry instinctively closed his eyes, and the eye drop fell outside.
"Oh dear, you need to keep your eyes open, don’t blink."
"Look at all that redness in your eyes; they must be a bit inflad. Don’t move, just one drop!"
"Didn’t even go in, wasted so much! But it’s okay, I bought several bottles, all picked by Doctor Niles."
Johan Niles was carrying dishes from the kitchen when he saw Harry’s dagger-like gaze fall upon him.
Clearly, Harry was holding him accountable for this!
He was wronged!
It was Isabella who wanted to buy it; he rely gave advice!
Connor rubbed his eyes and said to Cora Ginger, "Cora, my eyes don’t feel so good either. Can you get so drops?"
He sat on another sofa, head tilted back, waiting for Cora to drop them.
Cora didn’t make a fuss about it, took a bottle from Isabella, and leaned in to put drops in Connor’s eyes.
"How’s that, feel better?"
"Much better! It’s cool and refreshing, really nice. Co on, do the other eye too!"
Cora put the drops in carefully, earnestly advising him, "Just using eye drops won’t help much; they only provide temporary relief. You need to take care of your eyes regularly, you seem to be lacking sleep."
Connor felt warm inside, smiling brightly, "You’re so thoughtful!"
Cora stuck out her tongue, it was the first ti soone had praised her for being thoughtful! She was usually the most careless and clumsy person!
Johan Niles stood in the living room, watching the two pairs on the sofa, each more intimate than the last, feeling utterly dejected!
He turned to Aunt Hart, who was bringing out dishes, and said, "Aunt Hart, I’m not eating tonight."
Aunt Hart was surprised, "What’s wrong?"
"I’ve had my fill of dog food!"
Aunt Hart chuckled warmly, "Then you should find yourself a girlfriend soon! You’re good-looking, and a doctor, surely plenty of girls like you?"
"Not even one! I’m a total failure!"
Cora gritted her teeth, "Even if there were, you’d have driven them away!"
Dinner was quickly set up, with the aroma of at wafting and steam rising, making mouths water.
Just like last ti, Harry Hunter and Isabella Weaver sat on one side, while Johan Niles and the others sat on the other.
The difference was, Connor refused to sit apart from Cora; he sat in the middle, with Cora on his left and Johan on his right.
Johan enjoyed his al imnsely, eating with more relish than anyone.
Abs, dog food, he forgot about it all!
"Boss, don’t you think your household has too few dishes and utensils? We all have to use disposable ones."
Connor: "You should be grateful; these disposable utensils were taken from my place, or you’d have to use your hands to eat."
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