8: Chapter 8: Who Did You Spend Valentine’s Night With?
8: Chapter 8: Who Did You Spend Valentine’s Night With?
Carlos couldn’t help but grasp Emily’s restless little hands.
Her hands road all over him, igniting a fire within him.
Carlos had never seen such a bold woman before.
The ladies he t for arranged dates were all prim and proper, nothing like her direct approach.
Asking for his WeChat on their first eting, tempting him with a uniform on the second, and making her move on the third.
Absolutely preposterous!
“Not…
Carlos, let ask you a question, where were you on Valentine’s Day?”
Emily felt more and more certain as she looked at him, unable to let go, still wanting to confirm.
And the more she asked, the more Carlos’ breathing beca erratic.
His mind was filled with a series of chaotic images.
Valentine’s night was an unforgettable one for him.
Normally rational, his body had turned into a wild, unbridled horse that night…
Carlos’s eyes visibly darkened.
“Valentine’s Day, of course, I spent it with my beloved.”
He wasn’t with his beloved that night.
Emily felt sowhat disappointed, yet also relieved.
She couldn’t help suspecting, for Carlos and the man in her dream were so alike.
What if the child was indeed Carlos’s?
After all, he was the father, and the child was half his.
If she was going to terminate the pregnancy, should she inform Carlos?
Even though informing him would not likely change the outco, the child cannot be kept.
Seeing Carlos deny it, Emily thought to herself, maybe she was wrong, and the man at the cinema was just soone who physically resembled Carlos.
“So, you want to spend Valentine’s Day with that badly?”
“What nonsense!
I just want to celebrate Qingming Festival with you!”
“Still being stubborn?”
Carlos looked down at Emily, his gaze intense.
Emily had never been scrutinized like this by a man before; although she liked Adam, at most they had just held hands, never even embraced.
Seeing Emily’s fair face turn pink from shyness, it has to be said that this woman’s height and face really matched his aesthetic.
She was neither too tall nor too short, just reaching his chin, and easy to lift.
Her skin was exceptionally fine, her waist so slender he could control it with one hand.
The small fla inside Carlos began to stir.
In the elevator, the two confronted each other, each with their own thoughts, and the temperature abruptly rose.
Ding—
The elevator doors opened, and soone entered.
Emily ca back to her senses, pushed Carlos away, tidied her hair, bent down to pick up the dicine that had fallen to the ground, and hurried out of the elevator.
But after a few steps, she paused and looked back, “The wound on your face hasn’t been cleaned properly, there’s still glass in it, you should get it treated to avoid infection.”
Carlos was stunned, then indignantly said, “You treat it!”
After all, he got this wound because of this ungrateful little nurse.
Last night he had taught that old pervert a lesson and even forced the pervert to agree to Emily’s friend’s project.
Emily frowned, a little regretting reminding him, and said grumpily, “Find soone else.”
“Nurses don’t take care of their patients, is that it?
I’ll file a complaint then!”
Carlos threatened.
Emily gritted her teeth, helpless, she had no choice but to drag him to the nurse’s room to remove the debris.
Although she was quite reluctant, professionalism prevailed, and Emily approached Carlos with gentle movents, even softly blowing a few tis while removing the glass shards.
The warm breath of a woman whispered into Carlos’s ear, ticklish like a feather brushing lightly.
Carlos’s impatience gradually faded away.
He had been mischievous since childhood, his father disliked him, his mother, Mrs.
Carter, was stern-faced; whenever he got hurt from fights, it was the servants who treated his wounds.
The servants feared him, never had they treated his wounds so gently.
After that, treating the wound went smoothly, Carlos stopped complaining and let Emily bandage him obediently.
Emily treated the wound behind his ear, then put a bandage on the corner of his mouth.
Undeniably, Carlos was really handso, with a high nose and bright eyes.
Even with bandages all over his face, it didn’t detract from his handso look.
Actually, Adam was also handso, but unlike Carlos’s aggressive beauty, Adam had a gentle, refined beauty.
“Actually, it would be nice if the child really was Carlos’s.
Even if born, it wouldn’t matter, at least inheriting Carlos’s prosperous beauty.
I don’t even know whether the child is a boy or a girl…”
Emily Parker is not an indecisive person, it must be due to the influence of pregnancy hormones that she’s been erratic.
“These few days, don’t get the wound wet, no smoking or drinking, how did you get this injury, and didn’t even know you were hurt?”
Emily Parker, out of professional habit, asked casually.
Carlos was about to speak when his cell phone suddenly rang.
Seeing the caller ID, he pushed Emily’s hand away and walked to the window to answer the phone.
“What’s wrong?”
His tone was gentle, as if he had beco another person, softly comforting.
“If work makes you unhappy, just quit.”
Emily Parker was packing up the first aid kit, glancing at Carlos.
It turned out that this Crown Prince also had such a gentle side.
The person on the other end of the phone must be the beloved he ntioned.
When Carlos finished the call and turned back, the hospital room was already empty.
Touching the hemostatic patch on his lips, he smiled slightly, thinking that the little nurse was not entirely useless, after all, her bandaging skills were excellent.
When Emily Parker went downstairs, Grace Willow had already left.
She no longer cared about Adam Willow, so why would she care about Adam’s mom?
In the afternoon, Emily Parker carried a lunch box, preparing to find the Old Master in the garden.
“Emily Parker.”
Adam Willow called out to her in the corridor, reaching out to help carry the lunch box, with Sophie Parker quickly approaching behind him.
“Brother Adam, it’s my first day at work, could you take to the cafeteria?”
She affectionately grabbed Adam Willow’s arm, who did not break free, his hand still suspended in mid-air while trying to carry the lunch box.
The two stood together, he looked refined, and she looked playful and charming, quite a matching pair.
“Sis, you brought a lunch box again?
Want to join us in the cafeteria?”
Sophie Parker looked at the lunch box in Emily Parker’s hand.
Nowadays, which young girl still brings a lunch box?
She’s not an old housewife.
“I have plans to dine with soone, so I won’t join you.”
Emily Parker carried the lunch box away.
Watching Emily’s retreating figure, Adam Willow’s eyebrows slightly furrowed.
Lately, Emily seed to often go to the hospital garden alone.
Could it be she had made so arrangents?
“Brother Adam, don’t mind it.
My sister is just like that, she’s reclusive, she’s always had few friends since we were children.”
Sophie Parker watched Emily’s back, feeling secretly pleased.
Indeed, Adam Willow thought again, Emily does have a reclusive temperant.
From junior high to high school, all her friends he knew, it was only him and Evelyn Hanson.
She must be jealous; that’s why she deliberately threw a tantrum saying she had an appointnt.
In a few days, when she cos to his house, he’ll just coax her and everything will be fine.
Then, with laughter and chat, the two went to the cafeteria.
“The young rascal, he runs faster than anyone when he hears about introductions, next ti he runs, I’ll break his damn legs!”
In the garden at their usual eting spot yesterday, the Old Master sat grumpily on the bench, beard bristling and eyes glaring while cursing.
The Old Master had co down early to wait for Emily while cursing at his grandson.
Seeing Emily approaching, his face imdiately lit up with a joyful smile, wrinkles folding into a blooming flower.
“Old Master, it’s ti to eat.”
Emily Parker went forward with a smile, putting down the lunch box; as soon as she opened it, the Old Master drooled heavily.
“Little nurse, your cooking skills are truly impressive, almost as good as the forr imperial chefs.”
Under the lure of delicious food, the Old Master’s bellyful of anger vanished clean, showering Emily with flattery.
At Carter Clan Group, Carlos returned to the company in the afternoon.
He rembered he hadn’t checked in on his grandfather yet; taking out his phone, he saw a photo of a delicious al.
“This ti grandfather wasn’t lying, the al companion he found seems to have decent cooking skills.”
Carlos was thinking when the office door was pushed open.
Seeing the visitor, Carlos’s handso face collapsed.
He leaned carelessly back into the office chair, the embodint of a wasteful playboy.
“What’s the matter?”
Seeing Carlos’s deanor, the visitor grew even angrier.
“Do you still have the face to ask what’s wrong?
Look at what good deeds you’ve done.”
The visitor picked up an entertainnt magazine and, with a smack, threw it at Carlos’s face.
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