Chapter 79: Don’t call .
Boss Chapter 79: Don’t call .
Boss The dreadful term boss!
He thought she liked him, but she rely saw him as a boss!
His presumption was deeply embarrassing.
Unable to contain his anger, Liam blurted out, “Don’t call boss!” “Then, what should I call you?” Maureen had finished drying off his red hair and tossed the towel aside.
She picked up the hairdryer and began drying his hair.
With a sorrowful tone Liam said, “I was too young and impulsive, making you my underling was my aloofness, and now you are not my underling anymore.” Maureen was at a loss for words, “…”.
Was he acting younger within just a month?
Liam lowered his voice, saying, “You can continue calling Liam.” “…” After drying his hair until it was fluffy and dry, Maureen turned off his hairdryer.
She raised her eyes to et Liam’s gaze.
His eyes were red.
She didn’t know whether it was due to his fever or sothing else.
His fair complexion seed paler than usual, and the small mole at the corner of his eye beca more noticeable.
Maureen had always found his features exceptionally handso.
However, after drying off his hair, Maureen was particularly drawn to him.
His ssy short hair, his straight nose, and his expression of vulnerability after being sick were especially attractive.
Even her eyes seed watery.
Maureen, staring at his face, was inexplicably stunned, still holding the hairdryer.
Coming back to her senses, Maureen heard him saying sothing.
Agreeably she said, “Huh?
Oh, okay, Liam, have you taken your dicine?
Literally the dicine.
If not, I brought so cold dicine.” Liam: “She really doesn’t love him!
She directly calls him Liam in such a cold way!
Maureen took out two pills from the dication she had brought, handed them to Liam, and put a white fever-reducing patch on his forehead.
“Take the dicine and go to sleep.
I’ll prepare so porridge.” Liam’s gaze followed her, staring at her as she left to cook the porridge.
Maureen was searching everywhere for rice, but Liam’s ho had nothing.
She had no choice but to use her phone to order so takeout: asking the grocery store to deliver so millet and vegetables.
The convenience of living in an affluent neighborhood was displayed when, in less than ten minutes, a delivery guy was at the door.
Maureen took the things and walked over to the open kitchen to start cooking the porridge.
She noticed that Liam hadn’t gone to sleep.
Instead, he sat on the sofa, not blinking as he watched her with a white pad on his forehead.
Maureen didn’t think much of it.
As long as he drank the dicine, the cooling patch should work soon.
It was no different whether he was wrapped in a blanket in the living room or not.
The duplex villa quietened down for a mont.
Liam suddenly spoke with a hoarse voice: “You’ve been transferred here for a while, yet I’ve never heard you talk about anyone.” “Don’t you know Josephine?” Maureen responded without turning her head.
“Then there are so people I used to know, people you wouldn’t want to et.
Even if you t them, you won’t rember their nas, like the class captain of class six, Nolan…” Maureen ntioned a lot of nas, but Liam noticed that she didn’t ntion Richard.
“What about the mbers of the school’s competitive team?
Do you know any of them?” Maureen heard Liam’s hoarse voice from the direction of the sofa.
“What’s with the competitive team?” Maureen thought Liam couldn’t sleep and started chatting with her.
“Well, I actually know a few.
They’re a group of youthful and spirited people who often win awards, very impressive.” Liam asked, “Is it the type that girls usually like?” Thinking about the number of love letters Richard used to receive, where the letters stuffed in his table drawer could fill a trash can by the end of the weekend, probably ranking him first in the school with no second in line, She responded, “Most girls probably do.” There was silence from behind.
The spaghetti is almost ready.
Maureen squatted down to find bowls and Spoon and found two sets of bowls in the disinfection cabinet.
She lifted her head and asked Liam, “There’s a black one and a red one.
Which bowl do you want?” Liam: “Whatever.” Without thinking, Maureen chose the black one and started to serve the spaghetti.
The hand Liam had concealed in his blanket suddenly clenched tightly.
Anger, embarrassnt, dejection, heartache, these emotions all surged in his heart at once.
He was so jealous of Richard.
He was terribly sad.
Seeing him suddenly hanging his head listlessly and standing up to walk to the room, Maureen spoke while holding the porridge.
“What’s wrong?
Drink so porridge before sleeping.” Maureen looked at him as she said.
Liam didn’t make a sound, walked into the room, crawled onto the bed with his blanket wrapped around him, turning himself into a bear-like bundle, and buried his head inside.
Maureen carried the porridge in and contemplated that he might be feeling unwell, and might be drowsy from the dication.
Therefore, she put the porridge aside on the bedside table and said, “When you feel better, get up and have a bite.
There is still so left in the thermos.” Liam: “Hmm.” Seeing the situation, Maureen didn’t feel it was appropriate to stay any longer.
She gently closed the door, turned around and left the room, turning off the light, then picked up her backpack, ready to leave.
Before she left, she saw Liam’s phone lying on the ground.
She went over to pick it up for him and took it into his room.
Maureen suddenly noticed that Liam’s phone didn’t have a case anymore– Isn’t it just a phone case from the sect?
How co it was discarded so casually?
…
Maureen felt childish, just like Liam, for caring about sothing as trivial as this.
But she couldn’t help but to take a second look at his phone case, which was no longer matching hers.
She unexpectedly felt a twinge of loss.
It might have been her imagination, but it seed like Liam was more distant than usual today, even going so far as to ask her to call him Mr.
Williams.
Maureen soon thought, perhaps it was because he was feeling unwell due to the fever?
That’s just how people are, when you’re used to being close with soone, even a slight change could throw you off.
Before you can even process why, your emotions have already involuntarily reacted.
Maureen found herself feeling lancholic, mirroring Liam’s low spirits.
She shook her head, telling herself not to overthink, and left Liam’s multi-storey villa.
As she descended the stairs, contemplating how to get ho, a car slowly pulled up in front of her.
Daniel, the lawyer whom she had t previously, popped his head out from the driver’s side, saying, ” Maureen, it’s raining outside.
Mr.
Liam asked to drive you ho.”
Reviews
All reviews (0)