NovelEnglishShe stood up abruptly, intending to plead her case to the butler.
"Where are you going?" Lucas yelled.
"I'm going to talk to the butler." "What's the point? Do you think that my dad is going to listen to the butler?" Lucas said calmly. "It's still better than not explaining myself at all, right?" Irene insisted on talking to the butler. Lucas had merely wanted to see how she would react. He had not expected her to be this nervous.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I've explained the situation to my dad." He thought back to how swiftly had she run into the rain and realized that Irene could disappear in an instant if he didn't explain everything to his father. "I told him that I was the one who ordered you to buy this." She stilled before sighing a breath of relief. "And what did he say? Is he angry with me?" "He didn't say anything. He left after I finished my food." "Oh. So, you intentionally mentioned that he was going to punishto tease me. Mr. Lucas, you are horrible. I brought you food and you try to scare me," she complained with a frown.
"You were the one who said that I'm wrong sometimes." Lucas had never regretted any of his actions and refused to admit that he was ever wrong.
"You are not wrong. I was." Seeing how Lucas had not betrayed her, she compromised and said, "Did you try the ointment I bought for you? Did it work?" "You are so nosy. Even my mom doesn't ask as many questions as you do." He finished the lamb shank and picked up the bowl to eat the stew.
"The owner of the drugstore said that if the one I bought isn't working, I will need to buy another type of ointment." Sensing the annoyance in his voice, she explained herself and remained quiet after that.
He watched as she bowed her head pathetically, and for a moment, he could not explain the feeling that overwhelmed him. He pitied her.
She had lived a miserable life. A life that was more miserable than anyone he knew.
"Don't you need to read tonight?" Lucas asked after finishing the stew.
"I do. I will read at home." She cleaned up the plastic containers on the table and put them into the trash bag.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"How're your grades?" he asked.
She had not expected him to ask such a question and answered sheepishly, "Average, I suppose." Before her grandmother had fallen ill, she used to have excellent grades. However, ever since her grandmother becill, she haddeft school, and studying at hcould hardly compare to attending classes. Her grades had been poor ever since then. "Can you still get into college, then?" he asked. "If you can't—" "I am definitely going to college. Thank you for asking, Mr. Lucas. I'll get going now." She changed the trash bag in the can and prepared to leave.
။ "Don't you think that that apartment of yours is a bit too cold? You can read your books here. Just close the door behind you when you leave," Lucas said, before returning to his room. Content belongs to. englishShe stared at his tall figure as it disappeared from her sight. She was shocked that Lucas had allowed her to stay because he knew that she was cold and there were heaters in the South Block that would keep her warm. "Why is he acting so kind?" she thought.
Irene sat at the dining table and took out her notes.
Tpassed. Lucas walked out of his room with a glass of water in hand, he was surprised to find Irene outside.
"It's ten. Are you still not going home?" Startled by his voice, she blurted out, "Am I bothering you, Mr. Lucas? I'll leave now." Privacy
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