Chapter 14242
“Hahahahahaha p>
Inside the room, the caregiver was doubled over, laughing so hard she could barely stand. The toilet had been clogged, so she’d unwrapped a new plunger to fix it, only for Jenny to snatch it away. She’d assumed Jenny was going to unclog the toilet, but she never imagined this stroke of genius.
Marguerite wanted to laugh, too, but she managed to regain her composure long enough to pull the plunger off Joshua’s face.
It came off with a loud pop.
A perfect red circle was imprinted around his mouth.
That did it. Marguerite couldn’t hold back any longer. “Hahahaha! Oh my god!” she howled, cackling with laughter.
Joshua was furious, his fists clenched, but there was nothing he could do. He’d done his research on Marguerite’s room and knew that the old woman was… not all there.
“Marguerite, that hurt!” he whined, deciding that playing the victim was his best strategy.
Marguerite could hardly look at him. She felt like his words even smelled bad now. “You should go get some ointment for that. It looks awful p>
The word “awful” was his breaking point. Joshua quickly pulled his mask back on, his eyes full of resentment. “You’ll have to make it up to me, Marguerite p>
“Just go!” she said, waving him away.
Thankfully, the person who stepped out of the elevator wasn’t George, but a family member visiting another patient.
Even with his mouth in that state, Joshua couldn’t resist one last, heartfelt declaration. “I’ll be back for you later! I love you, Marguerite p>
Just as he said it, George and Aaron stepped out of the next elevator.
George’s brow twitched. He looked up and saw the radiant girl at the doorway, a smile playing on her lips that she couldn’t hide. But the moment their eyes met, her smile vanished.
The tall, handsome man’s heart instantly felt as if it had been plunged into an icy abyss, the cold so sharp it felt like a physical pain.
Aaron was also confused. Why was Marguerite smiling so happily at Joshua today? It was a complete reversal from last time.
Joshua, mask on and chin held high like a proud rooster, brushed past them. He knew Marguerite. Now that he’d adjusted his strategy, it was only a matter of time before he won her back.
George and Aaron walked to the hospital room door.
Marguerite blinked. “What are you two doing here together p>
George adjusted his glasses with one finger, his voice as gentle as ever. “We just ran into each other p>
As soon as he entered the room, George noticed the cheerful atmosphere. Jenny and the caregiver both had smiles on their faces. His fingers tightened, his eyes darkening like a stormy sea. Just like before, Joshua knows how to make people happy. Unlike me.
Aaron placed the fruit he’d bought on the coffee table, then noticed the other bag. “Did Joshua bring this p>
This was the fruit Marguerite had spent a hundred dollars on. She pulled an orange from the bag. “Yeah p>
The orange was large and fresh. As she peeled it, a strong, sweet-and-sour aroma filled the air. Marguerite popped a slice into her own mouth, then offered one to Aaron, and another to George.
Aaron happily took his and ate it.
George looked at the girl’s hand, her clear, almond-shaped eyes fixed on him. He wanted to refuse but couldn’t bring himself to say the words. In the end, his well- defined fingers accepted the slice and put it in his mouth.
“Hahahahahaha p>
Marguerite burst out laughing as Aaron’s face puckered from the sourness, his whole body giving a little shiver. How could she eat a sour orange all by herself?
“Maggie! It’s so sour!” Aaron cried, not knowing whether to spit it out or swallow. How did I manage to pick such a sour orange?
Luckily, Marguerite didn’t know he was the one who’d picked it. He can blame Joshua for this one.
Marguerite turned, eager to see George’s pained expression, but to her surprise his handsome face was completely impassive. He looked as if he’d just eaten a perfectly normal orange.
“Wasn’t your slice sour?” she asked, baffled.
George shook his head. “It was fine p>
In truth, he hadn’t tasted anything at all.
Marguerite was puzzled. “Can one orange have both sour and non-sour parts?” She tried another slice and was so jolted by the tartness that she nearly jumped. Then she gave George a thumbs-up. “You handle sourness like a pro p>
She offered the rest of the orange to him. “Do you want the rest? It’s all yours.” It seemed a shame to throw it out.
Again, George found himself unable to refuse. He took it with his left hand. “Thank you.” Official source ıs.net
As he held it, some of the juice seeped out, stinging the wound in his palm and bringing a sharp, clarifying pain.
“This orange should be sweet, Maggie! Try this one, Mr. Spencer bought it! Aaron said, pulling an orange from the other bag. He
peeled it, tried a slice himself net
was
deliciously sweet with just a hint of tartness a thousand times better than the last one-and handed it to Marguerite.
“Really p>
Marguerite took it and tried a piece. This one was indeed delicious. She immediately
got two more for Jenny and the caregiver.
Jenny nodded after eating hers, praising George. “Yummy! That’s really good p>
Marguerite devoured two oranges and then a carton of blueberries. The girl’s eyes
curved into crescents, making her look breathtakingly beautiful.
George’s mood lifted slightly. At least she was happy because of the fruit he’d bought.
Her happiness was all that mattered.
“I sent you the address. We’re going for Cajun food, is that okay?” Marguerite asked George, settling into the passenger seat.
The parking garage lights cast a glow on the man’s handsome face, highlighting the
small, tea-colored mole on the bridge of his nose.
His voice was refined and pleasant. “Of course p>
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Jenny was doing well enough to join them for an outing, even though she’d already eaten dinner She and Aaron sat in the back, her gaze fixed on the world outside the window.
The understated silver minivan pulled smoothly out of the hospital.
None of them noticed the man with a scarred face in a baseball cap hailing a taxi behind them.
Once inside, he told the driver, “Follow that minivan p>