Chapter 1150: Chapter 1150: I Am Particularly Beautiful
Isabelle Martin never thought there would really be a day when dreams co true.
After sneaking a kiss, she felt as if she had been elevated; her face was warm, her eyes bright. Isabelle was excited the entire night until Jeffrey Foster woke up, and she slightly restrained her emotions, looking at the man whose lips were dry and cracked upon waking, “Don’t move, I’ll get you so water.”
Jeffrey Foster awoke from a semi-coma, his senses were very dull. It took him a while to react to Isabelle’s words and realize he was in a hospital, and then another mont to rember why Isabelle was there.
Recalling all that happened last night, he felt a bit uneasy with Isabelle, but Isabelle acted as if nothing happened. After speaking, she handed him a cup of warm water, thoughtfully with a straw inside.
Jeffrey Foster awkwardly bowed his head to drink the water, while Isabelle relayed the results of last night’s dical examination to him one by one.
Initially, Jeffrey Foster focused on his health condition, but he was soon distracted by sothing else and interrupted Isabelle, “What’s wrong with your voice?”
Isabelle was caught off guard by his sudden question, feeling a bit guilty yet happy. He finally started to notice her.
“It’s nothing.” Isabelle was pleased, but she couldn’t tell him she wore thin clothes last night and stayed up worried and excited for him all night until dawn when she barely slept a wink, which made her voice sound this way.
“Were you here all night?” Jeffrey Foster did not believe the girl saying it was nothing; he had his own judgnt.
Isabelle didn’t know how to answer this question, fearing he would chase her away like last ti. However, the stubborn man in the hospital bed would wait patiently until she answered.
With no choice, Isabelle had to muster up her courage and say, “You got hurt last night, partly because of , so it’s right for to take care of you.”
After speaking, she lowered her head, waiting to be chased away, but unexpectedly heard Jeffrey Foster’s low voice, “Thank you.”
“Huh?” Isabelle suddenly lifted her head, thinking she misheard.
“Continue.” Jeffrey Foster was made uneasy by the girl’s reaction, urging her in a deep voice.
Knowing he ant the previous topic, Isabelle quickly responded. Perhaps because the matter that worried her was resolved, Isabelle’s tone beca much more relaxed afterward.
“The doctor suggests you undergo a detailed examination again. He believes your vision might not be related to nerve or organ damage and wants to confirm further.” Isabelle spoke with visible happiness.
Jeffrey Foster listened, slightly stunned; Cloud Parker had ntioned this hypothesis to him last ti. He hadn’t paid much attention, perhaps thinking the blindness was heaven’s punishnt for him and never considering he must recover.
To him, he was a sinner, deserving punishnt.
Blindness was the lightest among them.
“Mr. Foster, I think you should trust the doctor’s judgnt, perhaps you’ll have a chance to regain your sight.” Isabelle noticed Jeffrey Foster wasn’t responding and seed sowhat dazed, thinking he didn’t believe her, so she earnestly advised him.
“What would I do with my eyesight restored?” After a long silence, Jeffrey Foster suddenly asked Isabelle.
Isabelle was taken aback by his questioning; wasn’t it good to regain sight? Did he really ask why he should regain his sight? She couldn’t help but list off the benefits, “Restoring your sight would make life more convenient, let you see the world, and allow you to continue working…”
While listing the advantages of restoring sight, Isabelle kept watching Jeffrey Foster’s reaction out of the corner of her eye, noting his expression remained unchanged, showing no interest. She took a deep breath and boldly said, “With your eyesight restored, you could see , I am exceedingly beautiful, with overwhelming beauty, wouldn’t you regret not seeing it?”
“Ha.” The corners of Jeffrey Foster’s lips, which had been slightly pursed, finally curled up a bit as he looked in Isabelle’s direction, “This is the first ti I’ve heard a woman praise her own beauty, it is indeed… rare.”
“I was just being truthful.” Isabelle felt a bit mocked by Jeffrey Foster’s use of the word rare and retorted defiantly.
Jeffrey Foster didn’t respond to her words but instead asked, “Did the doctor say when the examination would be?”
“Huh? You agreed!” Isabelle thought she had misheard him. His previously lifeless expression made her believe he would definitely refuse, but to her surprise, he was willing.
Isabelle was extrely happy, happier than if she got rich overnight. Then she heard the man slowly say, “You’ve piqued my curiosity, I want to see if you’re indeed as beautiful as you claim, overwhelming and so on.”
“Cough, cough, cough…” Isabelle hadn’t expected Jeffrey Foster to be the teasing type, suddenly choking on her own saliva before finally stopping after a long ti, tears overflowing, feeling extrely guilty. In truth, she was just a plain-looking woman and couldn’t compare to overwhelming beauty.
This situation deteriorated rapidly!
Isabelle was montarily conflicted, forgetting that the man who originally wasn’t interested in regaining clarity was now willing to try because of her words.
“Drink so water.” Hearing Isabelle’s intense coughing, Jeffrey Foster extended the water cup from his palm.
Isabelle, overwheld by coughing, subconsciously grabbed the cup and took a big sip. When she regained composure, she realized she drank Jeffrey Foster’s water, using the sa straw he used; her skin, already slightly flushed from choking, turned even redder.
Yet she was puzzled as well, wondering, when Jeffrey Foster handed her the water, did he not think this was water he had half-consud?
She looked at Jeffrey Foster curiously, noticing that his expression was calm, as if handing over the water was a casual gesture without any ulterior aning, whereas she seed to be the one thinking too much into it.
“Thank you.” Since he was so unconcerned, Isabelle tried not to overthink it, politely saying thanks.
Jeffrey Foster responded with an “Mmm” and wanted to get up, but with his left arm in a cast, he found it even harder to move since losing his sight.
“Let help you.” Isabelle offered imdiately, helping Jeffrey Foster adjust the bed, placing a pillow behind his back, and then asked warmly, “More comfortable now? If you want to get up, what do you need? Hungry, should I order breakfast for you?”
“Mm, sorry for the trouble.” Jeffrey Foster answered the first and last questions Isabelle posed, but did not address the middle one.
Isabelle simply asked Jeffrey Foster’s taste preferences, placed the order, then noticed the man’s stiff movents and sowhat peculiar expression when she looked up, prompting her to inquire, “Are you uncomfortable anywhere? Should I call a doctor?”
“No, no need.” After replying, Jeffrey Foster’s expression stiffened further, then he thought of sothing and said, “Could you find a caregiver?”
“No need, I’ve taken leave from work to care for you in the anti.” Isabelle declared with vigor, fearing Jeffrey Foster might misunderstand, “Don’t misunderstand, I’ve restrained my feelings for you. Caring for you is purely because of a guilty conscience. If it weren’t for , you wouldn’t be so severely injured, with fractures and a concussion.”
“I don’t…”
“Don’t worry, while taking care of you, I’ll be disciplined.” Isabelle cut off Jeffrey Foster’s refusal in the bud.
“I ant you are a young lady, it’s not convenient for you to take care of ; finding a male caregiver would still express your gratitude.” Jeffrey Foster tried to keep his tone calm.
But Isabelle was thinking about the previous caregiver incident, frowning, “Who says I can’t? I can.”
“I need to go to the restroom.”
“Cough, cough, cough…”
……
Refresh later.
At first, Jeffrey Foster was still paying attention to his illness, but he was soon distracted by sothing else and interrupted Isabelle Martin, “What’s wrong with your throat?”
Isabelle didn’t expect Jeffrey would suddenly ask her that, feeling a bit guilty yet happy at the sa ti. This person was finally starting to notice her.
“It’s nothing.” Isabelle was happy, but she couldn’t tell him that she wore thin clothes last night and, worried and excited, stayed up all night. It was only when the dawn broke that she dozed off slightly, and then her throat ended up like this.
“Did you stay here all night?” Jeffrey didn’t believe the girl when she said it was nothing; he had his own judgnt.
Isabelle was at a loss for how to answer Jeffrey’s question, afraid that if she said yes, he would chase her away just like the last ti. Yet, the man in the hospital bed was stubborn; if she didn’t answer, he would keep waiting.
Having no choice, Isabelle braced herself and said, “You got injured last night partly because of , so it’s appropriate for to take care of you.”
After saying that, she lowered her head, waiting for him to send her away, but instead, she heard Jeffrey say softly, “Thank you.”
“Ah?” Isabelle looked up, thinking she had misheard.
“Please continue.” Jeffrey, feeling awkward due to the girl’s reaction, urged her in a low voice.
Knowing he was referring to the previous topic, Isabelle quickly responded. Perhaps because her worries were resolved, her tone beca much lighter.
“The doctor suggests you do a more detailed examination. He feels your eyesight issue isn’t related to nerve or organ damage and wants further confirmation.” Isabelle spoke about this with evident happiness in her tone.
Jeffrey listened, slightly taken aback. Cloud Parker had ntioned this possibility to him last ti, but he hadn’t paid much attention. Or perhaps, in his view, blindness was heaven’s punishnt for him, and he never intended to necessarily get better.
He considered himself a sinner, deserving punishnt at all.
Blindness to him was rely the lightest penance.
“Mr. Foster, I think you should trust the doctor’s judgnt. You might have a chance to restore your sight.” Seeing Jeffrey not responding and looking sowhat dazed, Isabelle sincerely suggested, thinking he might not believe it.
“What for, restoring my sight?” Jeffrey suddenly asked Isabelle after a long silence.
Isabelle was stunned by his words. Isn’t regaining sight a good thing? Why would he ask what for? Unable to resist, she enurated the advantages, “With restored sight, your life would be more convenient. You could see the world and continue working…”
As she listed the benefits of regaining sight, Isabelle kept an eye on Jeffrey’s reaction, noticing his unchanged, indifferent expression. She could only brace herself and say, “With your sight back, you could see . I’m extrely beautiful, a beauty that overwhelms all. Wouldn’t it be a pity not to at least take a look?”
“Heh.” The corners of Jeffrey’s lips, which had been slightly pursed, finally curved upward a bit. Looking in Isabelle’s direction, he remarked, “It’s my first ti hearing a woman boast about her own beauty, quite… fascinating.”
“I was rely stating a fact.” Isabelle felt that Jeffrey’s final term “fascinating” was sowhat mocking, and she countered defiantly.
Jeffrey didn’t continue on this topic. Instead, he asked, “Did the doctor say when the examination would be?”
“Ah? You agreed!” Isabelle thought she had misheard. Seeing the lifeless expression on his face earlier, she assud he would surely refuse. She couldn’t believe he actually agreed.
Isabelle was overjoyed, happier than becoming rich overnight, then heard the man leisurely say, “You’ve piqued my curiosity; I want to see if you really are as beautifully overwhelming as you’ve claid.”
“Cough, cough, cough…” Isabelle didn’t expect soone like Jeffrey to be sarcastic, and she was caught off guard by her own saliva, coughing for a while before stopping. With tears in her eyes and feeling extrely guilty, knowing she was just average-looking, nowhere near overwhelming beauty.
This got her into trouble!
Isabelle was montarily stuck in a dilemma but forgot that the man initially uninterested in regaining his sight was now willing to try because of her words.
“Have so water.” Jeffrey, hearing Isabelle’s severe coughs, handed her the cup he held.
Isabelle was caught off guard, coughed intensely, and instinctively took a deep sip. Once she cald down, she realized she had drunk Jeffrey’s water and used the straw he’d used, making her already flushed skin even redder.
At the sa ti, she wondered if Jeffrey hadn’t considered it was a half-drunk cup of water he handed her?
She looked at Jeffrey strangely and saw his composure as if handing over the water was rely a casual act, without any implications, whereas she seed to be overthinking the gesture.
“Thank you.” With Jeffrey’s composed deanor, Isabelle tried not to overthink and politely thanked him.
Jeffrey humd and tried to sit up, but his left arm was in a cast, making it even more difficult for him to move after losing his sight.
“Let help you.” Seeing this, Isabelle quickly offered assistance, raising the bed and cushioning his back with a pillow, then asked enthusiastically, “Is that more comfortable? What do you need to do now? Are you hungry? I’ll order breakfast for you.”
“Yes, thank you.” Jeffrey answered Isabelle’s first and last questions but ignored the one in between.
Isabelle simply inquired about Jeffrey’s preferences before placing an order. When she looked up, she noticed his stiff movents and odd expression, prompting her to ask, “Are you uncomfortable sowhere? Do you need to call a doctor?”
“No, no need.” Jeffrey said, his expression even more rigid. Then he added, “Could you find a caregiver for ?”
“No need, I’ve taken leave from work. I’ll take care of you during this period.” Isabelle spoke with determination, fearing Jeffrey might misunderstand, “Don’t worry, I’ve restrained my feelings for you. Taking care of you is purely because my conscience can’t rest. If it weren’t for , you wouldn’t be so seriously injured, with both fractures and a concussion.”
“I don’t…”
“Rest assured, during the ti I care for you, I’ll be disciplined and respectful.” Isabelle cut off Jeffrey’s refusal even as it was forming.
“I was thinking, as a young woman, it might be inconvenient for you to care for . Finding a male caregiver would be an equally good way to show gratitude.” Jeffrey tried to keep his tone smooth.
But Isabelle recalled the last ti with the caregiver, frowning, “Who says I can’t? I can do it.”
“I want to go to the bathroom.”
“Cough, cough, cough…”
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