Chapter 1144: Chapter 1144: Will You Help ?
Jeffrey Foster, upset, wore a stern expression, exuding an invisible pressure.
The embarrassnt Isabelle Martin felt from seeing a man’s body for the first ti was diluted by the oppressive aura Jeffrey Foster emitted, like being splashed with ice water on a winter day, calming her significantly.
“I’m sorry.” She realized her previous words were inappropriate, lowered her head, and apologized softly.
Jeffrey Foster sensed the fear in the person before him, worsening his mood, and spoke with annoyance, “Do you want to help or not? If not, then move aside.”
His words carried a bit of bluntness, causing Isabelle to frown slightly, a layer of grievance rising within her. She wanted to leave this indifferent man, but seeing his red and swollen toes starting to bruise, she suppressed her emotions and said, “I’ll help you.”
After speaking, she didn’t care if Jeffrey was still shirtless, and professionally and swiftly tended to his injury.
Although Jeffrey couldn’t see, he could feel her skill, asking in the direction of her breathing, “Have you studied dicine?”
Isabelle’s heart seed to leap out of her chest in an instant, taking a mont to steady herself, her voice sowhat dry, “Mr. Foster, what makes you think so?”
“Your technique is very professional.” Jeffrey’s voice was flat, rely stating a fact.
Isabelle exhaled silently, trying to make her voice sound normal, “Really? I attended the company’s training before joining.”
Jeffrey didn’t pursue the question further, just quietly listened to the girl’s slightly heavy breathing and felt her movents as she bandaged him.
Because of Jeffrey’s sudden remark, Isabelle beca a bit flustered, slowing her actions, taking ten minutes to tend to a simple wound.
After finishing, Isabelle softly exhaled, “Mr. Foster, you’re all set.”
“Okay.” Jeffrey replied emotionlessly, then supported himself against the wardrobe to stand slowly. Once stable, he thought of sothing, “Pass a shirt.”
“Ah? Okay.” Isabelle was montarily stunned, reacting slower than usual. After answering, she turned to open the wardrobe, only to find the hardware of the wardrobe in Jeffrey Foster’s bedroom had malfunctioned. He couldn’t see it, which was why when he forcibly pulled the wardrobe door, the dical kit placed improperly on the top got knocked down. She inexplicably felt a bit sorry for him again.
Soone so brilliant, yet life had beco difficult to live like an ordinary person.
“Is it hard to get?” Jeffrey asked as he didn’t hear any movent from Isabelle for a while.
Isabelle snapped out of it, retrieved a shirt from the wardrobe for Jeffrey, and only spoke after seeing him fumble to put it on, “Your wardrobe has a problem. I’ll schedule soone to fix it tonight.”
“Thanks.” Jeffrey already sensed there was a problem with the wardrobe when it hit him earlier. He wasn’t surprised to hear Isabelle say so, and he apologized in a low, polite voice.
“You’re welco. I am your area manager, these are my duties.” After the previous incident, Isabelle tried her best to separate personal feelings from work, attributing what she did for Jeffrey to her job responsibilities.
Jeffrey naturally sensed it too, buttoning his shirt expressionlessly. After finishing, he said to Isabelle, “Let’s go.”
He spoke naturally, but Isabelle didn’t catch on, “Where to?”
Jeffrey’s handso face suddenly showed irritation, “Where do you think we’re going? Already suffering mory decline at such a young age?”
Suddenly reprimanded, Isabelle felt like being back in a university classroom, feeling intensely anxious but understood what Jeffrey ant, couldn’t help but defend herself, “How can you go with your foot injured?”
“I always do what I promise others. It’s just a minor injury; no need to worry.” Isabelle mustered the courage to argue, but to Jeffrey, it sounded like a grievance-filled mumble. He too realized he shouldn’t have lost his temper at the young girl, slightly retracting his emotions and said.
But Isabelle was still worried, “It’s not a minor injury, your toes are red and swollen, with blood under the nails, it’ll hurt for a long ti.”
She blurted out her true thoughts, her voice sweet and soft with a hint of complaint and nervousness. After speaking, Isabelle wanted to bite her tongue.
When you like soone, it’s hard to hide, no matter if the person has hurt you before.
Isabelle beca so nervous that she held her breath, fearing to hear Jeffrey’s cold and distant rejection once more.
The air seed to freeze.
“Let’s go, it’s okay.” Though only less than three seconds had passed, to Isabelle, ti felt long and hard to endure. Thankfully, the man opposite didn’t repeat his previous words, stubbornly sticking to his decision.
Isabelle let out a silent breath of relief, also abandoning the thought of stopping Jeffrey. She followed him downstairs again, not forgetting to hand him his coat before leaving.
The man in black trousers and a cal coat appeared taller and leaner. Isabelle, watching his back, was montarily dazed, but quickly her focus returned to his foot.
Though visibly red and swollen, Jeffrey walked unaffected, his steps calm and firm. Perhaps he was familiar with the direction of the property; he didn’t carry a cane but knew the way nonetheless. If one ignored his eyes, no one would think he was blind.
Isabelle walked behind Jeffrey. At 6:30, the community lights were already on. The snow-free roads were clean and tidy, their shadows entangled, giving an inexplicable illusion of ambiguity. Isabelle, noting no one around, tentatively moved her hand until the shadows of their hands overlapped, as if tightly clasped.
The scene was so vividly beautiful, Isabelle’s heart raced. She carefully pulled out her phone with the other hand to capture the image.
“Isabelle.”
“Ah?” Just as the cara shutter sound clicked, the person in front suddenly called out Isabelle’s na. Startled, she exclaid, hurriedly putting away the phone like a guilty thief, “Mr. Foster, is there sothing you need?”
Jeffrey heard the distant noise and wanted to ask Isabelle if they were close, not expecting to scare the girl behind him. His face darkened, “Are you afraid of ?”
He rembered last ti, even when he raised his hand at her, she wasn’t this trembling in front of him. Was it because she saw his agitation in the kitchen? Or because he rejected her…
Isabelle was dumbfounded by Jeffrey’s question, instinctively shaking her head to deny, but then recalled he couldn’t see. Hastily, she spoke up, “No, I was just thinking about sothing.”
“Oh,” Jeffrey simply responded, suddenly pondering what he was doing. What did it matter if a young girl was scared of him?
Isabelle didn’t know if he truly understood or not, nor what his “oh” ant.
“Isabelle, why are you still standing there? The event has started, co help quickly,” a sharp-eyed colleague assisting with the event shouted at her when Isabelle was montarily unsure how to handle Jeffrey.
Isabelle quickly responded, then rembered Jeffrey, “I’ll take you over there. The first event tonight is a classic puzzle ga with prizes for the winners. Afterward, there’s a dance, and there’s refreshnts and barbecue on-site. You can eat if you’re hungry. I’ll co back to check on you once I’m free.”
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Refresh later
“I’m sorry.” She also realized her previous words were inappropriate and lowered her head, apologizing softly.
Jeffrey Foster sensed that the person in front of him was afraid of him, which worsened his mood. His voice was irritable, “Are you going to help or not? If not, move aside.”
These words were already sowhat impolite. Isabelle Martin furrowed her brows, feeling a layer of grievance in her heart. She wanted to leave this cold man, but when she looked at his swelling, starting-to-bruise toes, she restrained her emotions and spoke, “I’ll help you.”
After speaking, she didn’t care if Jeffrey was still shirtless. She lowered her head and professionally and quickly began treating the man’s injury.
Although Jeffrey couldn’t see, he could feel the other person’s technique. He followed the direction of the woman’s breathing and asked, “Have you studied dicine?”
Isabelle’s heart felt as if it was about to jump out of her chest. It took her a while to steady herself, and her voice was sowhat dry, “Why does Mr. Foster think so?”
“Your technique is very professional.” Jeffrey’s voice was flat, rely stating a fact.
Isabelle exhaled silently, trying to make her voice sound normal, “Really? I attended company training before I started the job.”
Jeffrey listened but didn’t pursue the matter further. He quietly listened to the girl’s slightly heavy breathing and felt her movents as she bandaged him.
Because of Jeffrey’s sudden question, Isabelle beca a bit flustered, and her actions slowed down, taking more than ten minutes just to handle a simple wound.
After finishing, Isabelle exhaled lightly, “Mr. Foster, it’s done.”
“Hmm.” Jeffrey responded without emotion, then held onto the wardrobe to slowly stand up. After stabilizing himself, he seed to think of sothing, “Get a shirt.”
“Ah? Okay.” Isabelle was sowhat dazed, her reaction slightly slower than usual. After responding, she turned to open the wardrobe, only to find out that the hardware of Jeffrey’s wardrobe in his bedroom was problematic. Because he couldn’t see, when he forcibly pulled the wardrobe door, he toppled the unsecured dical kit. She inexplicably felt a bit sorry for him.
Such a dazzling person, yet now even living like an ordinary person is difficult.
“Is it hard to get?” Jeffrey asked when he didn’t hear any movent from Isabelle for a while.
Isabelle snapped back to reality and took a shirt out of the wardrobe for Jeffrey. Only after seeing him put it on did she say, “Your wardrobe has so issues; I’ll arrange for a technician to fix it tonight.”
“Thank you.” Jeffrey knew sothing was wrong with the wardrobe when it hit him earlier. Upon hearing Isabelle’s words, he wasn’t surprised and thanked her in a deep, polite voice.
“You’re welco, I’m the manager of this area, so this is what I should do.” Recalling the previous incident, Isabelle tried her best to separate personal feelings and attribute everything she did for Jeffrey to her job.
Naturally, Jeffrey also felt this. Expressionless, he buttoned his shirt and, after finishing, said to Isabelle, “Let’s go.”
What he said seed natural, but Isabelle didn’t catch on, “Go where?”
Jeffrey’s handso face suddenly showed irritation, “Where do you think? Starting to lose mory power at such a young age?”
Being reproached out of the blue, Isabelle was instantly brought back to her college classroom days, feeling guilty, but she understood what Jeffrey ant. She couldn’t help but defend herself, “How will you go with your injured foot?”
“I always keep my promises. It’s just a minor injury, nothing to worry about.” Isabelle mustered the courage to refute, but to Jeffrey’s ears, it was a grumpy mumble. He also felt he shouldn’t have gotten angry with a young girl, so he slightly restrained his emotions and said.
But Isabelle was still worried, “It’s not a minor injury; it’s swollen, and the nail is bruised, it will hurt for a long ti.”
She blurted out her honest thoughts in a sweet, soft voice, with a bit of complaint and nervousness. After speaking, Isabelle wanted to bite her tongue off.
It’s hard to hide liking soone, even if the other person has just hurt you.
Isabelle was nervous to the point of anxiety, subconsciously holding her breath, fearing to hear Jeffrey’s cold and distant refusal again.
The air seed to freeze.
“Let’s go, it’s fine.” Though it was less than three seconds, Isabelle felt ti was long and arduous. Fortunately, the man opposite her didn’t say the hurtful words from before, instead stubbornly insisting.
Isabelle silently let out a sigh of relief and also gave up on trying to stop Jeffrey, following him back downstairs, not forgetting to hand him his coat on the way out.
The man in black trousers and a cal coat looked even more upright and slender. Isabelle got montarily distracted looking at his back but soon focused on his foot.
Clearly, that foot was still swollen, but Jeffrey seed unaffected, walking with steady and sure steps. Probably familiar with the direction of the property, he wasn’t carrying a cane but knew the way. If one didn’t specifically pay attention to his eyes, probably no one would think he was blind.
Isabelle walked behind Jeffrey. By six-thirty, the community lights were already on. The snowless road was clean and neat, their shadows intertwining as they went, giving an inexplicable sense of extre ambiguity. Isabelle noted there was no one around, then tentatively moved her hand, finally overlapping the shadows of their hands, as if tightly holding each other.
The scene was so stunningly beautiful, Isabelle’s heart started racing. She carefully took out her phone with her other hand and captured the scene.
“Isabelle.”
“Ah?” Just as the cara sound on the phone went off, the person in front suddenly called Isabelle’s na, scaring her into gasping and guiltily putting away her phone, “Any matter, Mr. Foster?”
Jeffrey heard the noise in the distance and wanted to ask if they were close, but didn’t expect to scare the girl behind him. His face turned displeased, “Are you afraid of ?”
He rembered that even last ti when he took action against her, she wasn’t this timid in front of him. Was it because she saw his outburst in the kitchen? Or because he rejected her…
Isabelle was stunned by Jeffrey’s question, instinctively shook her head to deny it, but after a while rembered he couldn’t see, so she quickly spoke, “No, I was just thinking about sothing.”
“Oh.” Jeffrey made a sound, suddenly wondering what he was doing. What does it matter to him whether a young girl is afraid of him or not?
Isabelle didn’t know if he understood her or not. What does the “oh” an?
“Isabelle, why are you still standing there? The event has already started, co over quickly and help out.” Just when Isabelle didn’t know how to respond to Jeffrey, a sharp-eyed colleague helping with the event shouted at her.
Isabelle hurriedly responded. Then thinking of Jeffrey, “I’ll take you over there. Tonight’s first event is the traditional riddle guessing, with prizes for the winners. There will be a dance party later. There are also snacks and barbecue on site; you can eat if you’re hungry. I’ll co back to check on you after I finish my task.”
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