"Little Sophie, you’re here." Christopher Smith approached Sophie Smith, "I just went out to have breakfast."
"If you wanted breakfast, you could have called me to bring it to you. Why did you have to go out by yourself? You know you’re not fully recovered." Although Sophie’s tone was somewhat reproachful, in reality, she was just worried about Christopher.
"Sophie, Uncle just felt the ward was too stuffy and wanted to get some fresh air. If it were you, lying in a hospital bed every day, you wouldn’t be comfortable either," said Eva Miller, who was standing nearby.
"I understand, Dad. Just tell me if you want to go out next time." She was so grateful to have Eva there to take care of him so thoroughly.
"Little Sophie, have you been busy lately? If you are, you don’t need to come. I’m feeling much better."
"Dad, I’m not busy." Sophie helped Christopher into the ward and laid him down on the bed.
"Where are you staying? Is it convenient to come from home?" Christopher suddenly asked questions she was reluctant to answer, "And what about Mr. Johnson? Why didn’t he come today?"
"Dad, Mr. Johnson is the heir of Hush Sky Group, not someone with a lot of free time. He’s very busy, stop thinking about him," Sophie said helplessly.
"Alright, I just think I get along with him quite well." Christopher was quite pleased with Oliver Johnson and felt a bit disappointed not seeing him today.
"Eva, you can go and rest now, I’ll take it from here."
After seeing Eva off, Sophie sat by the bed and chatted idly with Christopher all day long.
Their conversation often revolved around Oliver Johnson.
But no matter how much Christopher insisted she should be with Oliver, she would just dismiss it with vague answers.
"Dad, you know Mr. Johnson’s status. How could there be anything between him and me? Besides, he’s not interested in me."
"Not interested? How is he not interested? I’ve talked to him, he quite likes you!"
"Dad!" Sophie raised her voice, "Don’t say things like that."
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Christopher sighed helplessly. At most, she and Oliver Johnson were friends; they could never develop into the relationship Christopher hoped for.
Around eight o’clock in the evening, Christopher went to bed early. Sophie tucked him in and reminded the nurse to take good care of him before she left.
Outside, the night was growing darker, and unfortunately, the drizzle had turned into a cold, heavy rain.
Sophie hesitated in the lobby for a long time before recalling that in the morning Asher Land had said she could call him to pick her up in the evening.
The temperature was very low. She shivered as she pulled her phone out of her bag.
She called him twice in a row, and he didn’t pick up.
Did he go home, or was he busy with important work at the office?
She put her phone back in her bag, intending to wait a bit before deciding whether to head back herself. But just a few minutes later, her phone rang again.
"Hello..." Her voice trembled from the cold.
"Sorry, my phone was on silent, so I didn’t hear it. I’ll come over right away."
"Oh..." Before she could finish speaking, he had already hung up, a faint smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.
He closed his laptop, grabbed his coat, and walked out of the office building.
He was so busy he forgot to pick her up? Damn it, what was he doing?
He couldn’t help but curse himself silently over and over again.