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"Halle, are you seriously angry with Horton?"
Seeing Halle coming out of the room, Hilla knew that Emily was already asleep. She held Halle’s arm and led her to a chair nearby, sat down.
Emily’s accident had given them goosebumps. Hilla wanted to create more space for Halle and Horton, which was why she had left with Bruce.
Fortunately, Emily was fine. However, from Halle’s face, she was afraid that the "hero" wasn’t so fine.
At the ntion of Horton, Halle’s face turned sullen as expected.
However, she managed to control her feelings in front of Hilla, and said, "Why would I be angry with him?"
Hilla couldn’t help but laugh when she saw Halle’s awkward and stubborn look. This was the kind of expression she rarely saw in Halle over the years.
"If you are not angry with him, let call him in now." She added.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Halle grabbed Hilla and looked at the unbridled smile on her face, feeling a little annoyed. "Are you making fun of ?"
"Halle, I didn’t an that. I just want to know if you are still angry with Horton."
"Why do you care so much about that?"
Halle was a little angry at Halle for it was obvious that she was here to plead for Horton.
Hilla stopped hiding her purpose. "I know that you are angry that he lied to you. I was angry too just now. Why did he pretend that his leg was still injured? You have taken care of him for so many days, you didn’t even enjoy your wedding night," said Hilla angrily.
Before Halle could speak, Hilla continued, "Halle, you should punish him for deceiving you. Maybe he sucks in bed, that’s why he had pretended to be sick just to avoid having sex."
"Horton isn’t that kind of person."
"He isn’t that kind of person? He’s terrible. Why did he even marry you if he’s impotent?"
"Halle, don’t forgive him so easily. Divorce him!"
Hilla was panting with rage as if she had been deceived herself.
Halle was stunned when she heard the word, "Divorce?" she subconsciously
frowned.
She didn’t want to get a divorce!
"Yes, as a punishnt."
"Hilla, marriage is not a joke. How can we divorce so easily? He didn’t hurt . It was just a minor lie. Moreover, he jumped into the water to save Emily without hesitation. I was just angry that he lied to . I didn’t think about divorce."
"Emily is his daughter. That was what he should do, even if he might drown himself." Hilla snorted and said rcilessly.
Halle nodded, but the expression on her face was sowhat unpredictable. She whispered, "Emily is indeed his daughter, and he should do this, but he..."
As Halle spoke, she suddenly furrowed her eyebrows, and looked at Hilla, "Hilla, you
... did you do it on purpose? You said that you weren’t helping him. You wretched girl, are you trying to make fun of ?"
Halle realized that Hilla had been saying wrong things.
Although on the surface, she was scolding Horton, yet the more she spoke, the more it made her feel that Horton was not so heinous. She was still a little depressed before.
After all, she had been worried about his leg. She had been taking care of it very carefully. When it turned out to be a lie, she felt upset.
But now, she didn’t seem to feel anything. It just upset her to know that he had been lying about his injury.
Seeing that Halle had detected her plan, Hilla smiled guiltily and said, " Halle, don’t be angry. I just wanted to help you."
"Help ? By driving crazy on purpose?" Halle glared at her, but her tone had softened. Even if she wanted to get angry, she couldn’t.
"No way! You are my sister. Even if I want to be helpful, I have to help my own family."
Hilla hurried over and whispered, "I knew that your anger is just temporary and you won’t divorce him. Besides, you have Emily. He saved Emily with all his might. rits offset faults. Just give him another chance."
"You just said that Emily is his daughter and he should drown himself to save her."
Halle looked at Hilla and muttered in disgust. She had said so many bad things about Horton just to make her feel bad.
"Oh, I said that to comfort you." Seeing that Halle’s attitude had softened, Hilla started to act like a spoiled child.
Halle shook her head helplessly and poked Hilla’s forehead. "Is this how you comfort ?"
Although she was angry, she didn’t know what she was angry about. After thinking about it, she just felt that lying was not good behavior.
"He lied to anyway. I still feel uncomfortable when I think about it. This ti, I can easily forgive him. What about next ti? A man’s lies are often more hurtful than his oath. I think that he can lie to for a lifeti."
If there was a lie that could be kept forever, she’d like to live under it. Unfortunately, even her own lies could not deceive her for lifelong.
Hilla was slightly stunned, seeming to sense that sothing was wrong.
"Halle, if you are not angry, let Horton go into the room to change clothes. If you don’t want him to enter the room, bring him a pair of pants from his luggage. He has soaked in the water for a long ti, and now he is still standing in the yard trembling.
Thinking of Horton standing in the courtyard in an awkward state, Hilla felt ashad.
n could be cruel enough to themselves.
Hilla had asked Bruce to bring a piece of clothing to Horton. However, Horton refused to wear it and kept saying that he disliked Bruce’s clothes. He would rather suffer the coldness and stand in the sa place, shivering like a drowning dog.
He stood in the yard stubbornly, starring at the window of Halle’s room, his eyes full of grievance and affection.
Hilla knew that he did it deliberately. He aid to make Halle go soft.
As expected, before Hilla finished speaking, Halle had already left the door in a hurry.
Hilla was speechless when Halle hurried away.
No wonder that n had a passion for playing the martyr. Because won always bought it.
Thinking of herself, she had been frad by Bruce multiple tis. She beca soft-hearted easily every ti and never made things difficult for him.
In the end, won were too simple and too kind!
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Seeing Halle co out of the room, Bruce tactfully said, "I’m going to help Hilla cook."
Halle smiled gratefully and made room for him.
Hilla had never been good at cooking. Bruce was just taking it as an excuse to leave.
So she could be with Horton alone.
Horton pursed his lips tightly, her dark eyes full of affection.
"Halle, I..."
"We can talk later. Go back to the room and change your clothes first. If you are sick, I’ll have to take care of you again."
She then turned around and walked into the room without looking back.
The words that he wanted to say were stuck in his throat. With his face slightly tensed and legs trembling, Horton staggered into the room.
There were only Halle and Horton in the room. Emily was sleeping in the inner room.
Halle did not speak, but went straight inside, and fetched a suite of leisurewear.
"Go take a shower and get changed."
Halle’s voice was cold and quiet, without any ups and downs.
Horton took the clothes. But he did not dare to leave for a while.
He felt a little scared when Halle acted like this.
"Sorry, I..."
"Get changed first. You can apologize later if you feel sorry for having lied to ."
"Is he playing innocent to make feel bad?" Halle wondered.
Halle pretended not to care and turned around. Horton hesitated for a mont and obediently took his clothes and entered the bathroom.
The conditions here were not good. The bathroom was even worse. Horton felt kind of sick.
"Take the dicine!"
As soon as Horton entered the room, he saw Halle standing in front of him with a cup of water in one hand and a white pill of cold dicine in the other.
Seeing that his gaze was fixed on the pill, Halle was slightly surprised and murmured, "It was taken from your dicine chest. I rember that you had given it to Hilla. Is it the right one?"
She had examined the dicine box with great caution. Right now, she was just
trying to diffuse the awkwardness.
"Yes, it is indeed a cold dicine."
He indeed felt like he was about to catch a cold just now. But he hadn’t thought about taking dicine, nor had he thought that Halle would have prepared it for him.
For a mont, he felt sparked and delighted. That white pill was like candy to him, and he took it full of joy and gladness.
Seeing that he had taken the dicine, Halle heaved a sigh of relief. When she turned to enter the room, Horton quickly reached out and grabbed her arm.
A man’s strength was indeed much stronger than a woman’s, even though Horton felt weak at the mont.
But his grip made her fall into his arms.
Halle lost her balance. Out of instinct, she wanted to grab sothing. The two of them embraced tightly, eyes to eyes, both stunned, forgetting to move.
Halle saw the reflection of herself on his glasses and felt his breath. It was a familiar yet strange feeling.
"Halle, I..."
Horton pursed his lips and whispered, "Are you still angry?"
He asked very carefully, staring at her.
Halle wanted to say sothing, but in the end, she said, "You are sick, you need to rest."
Halle wanted to get up to escape from the embarrassnt. However, Horton’s hug was even tighter.
She stayed firmly in Horton’s arms and could not move. Both of them were stunned and looked at each other in surprise.
Horton wanted to let go of Halle. But when she was about to leave, he beca anxious. So his body listened to his heart and tightly held her in his arms.
The warmth of the bath, together with the sll of a man, wrapped up to Halle. She felt burnt and flustered. Her heart was racing.
Her cheeks went blushed. Even the expression in her eyes seed to be more alluring. "You..."
"I, I didn’t an to do it."
Horton was stunned. He subconsciously let go of his hand with an unnatural expression. Thanks to the glasses, he could at least hide so of his embarrassnt.
Losing support on the waist, Halle took a step back unconsciously.
Even left from his hug, she could feel the heat from the palm that had landed on her clothes.
Halle pursed her lips and reached for his forehead. Feeling a slight heat, Halle frowned. "You have a fever."
Although he had just taken the dicine, Halle was still a little worried. The weather was not cold, yet he had been standing in the yard for too long in wet clothing.
She was indulged in her anger and didn’t care much about Horton. Now seeing that he was sick, the anger left in her changed into sothing else.
Whether it was worry or guilt, she couldn’t tell for a mont.
"You should go to sleep. I’ll make you so soup."
Halle left in a hurry, leaving Horton staring at the door where the figure disappeared.
The corners of his mouth curved into a gentle smile.
Horton’s leg injury had recovered. Naturally, they had less to worry about. Especially Halle, who had been freed from the work of taking care of a patient all day. She could focus more on Emily now.
Horton held Emily in his arms all the way. The three of them looked like perfect families wherever they went.
Seeing this, Hilla couldn’t help feeling kind of envious. She sighed and pulled the corner of Bruce’s clothes, "We should have brought our kids with us."
"A harmonious family composed of the parents and the twins must be a good picture to look at." she thought.
Bruce said in disapproval, "Are you sure that you can take care of the twins?"
The two little guys had already begun to crawl. Every day, through video call, they saw Orlenna looking for children anxiously all over the house.
Although it was hard, when ntioned her grandchildren, Orlenna’s face was always full of pride.
She had reminded Hilla to drink more spring water at Dragon Hills so that her next child would be smarter.
"I guess Orlenna wants to open a kindergarten at ho."
Halle couldn’t help teasing Hilla when she saw how depressed Hilla was when ntioned giving birth.
Orlenna wished that Hilla could breed more offspring for the Andersons at her young age.
The water here in Dragon Hills truly fulfilled the elder’s wish.
"Halle, you are laughing at ? I think you are the one who should hurry up.
Soone is obviously impatient."
Hilla nudged Halle, suggesting her look at Horton, who was staring blankly at the divine spring.
Horton was utterly fascinated.
It was written all over his body that he wanted to have children with Halle!
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