If you looked closely, you could still see the clear fingerprint patterns on the trace, which meant that the mark was left by fingers.
Gan Yuan observed the handprint intently.
His design drafts were not to be touched lightly by others, so these fingerprints must have been left by him. The bleeding seemed to be on the fingertip, had he personally helped her sew and accidentally hurt his finger?!
No... It couldn’t be possible. With his status, how could he have sewn clothes for her personally? She must have been overthinking it.
Footsteps approached from outside the door. Gan Yuan hurriedly gathered the drafts in her hands, shoved them back into the drawer in haste, and in doing so, accidentally pricked herself on something inside. She instinctively withdrew her finger, looking into the drawer.
Beneath the draft paper was revealed a sewing box, inside which lay threads of varying shades of blue. What pricked her just now was the sewing needle attached to it.
The room door sounded lightly.
Gan Yuan hastily withdrew her hand and closed the drawer firmly, then pushed her wheelchair with force.
The wheelchair rolled, bringing her to the French window, and as Huangfu Jue pushed the door open and entered, she turned her face, pretending to look at the scenery outside.
Her fingertip tingled slightly.
Raising her hand to look, a small bead of blood had welled up where she had been pricked.
Hearing the man’s footsteps draw nearer, she quickly clenched her fist, hiding the pierced finger in her palm.
It surely wasn’t him; he couldn’t have possibly sewn clothes for her personally. It must have been left by the tailor by accident. How could he have done the sewing?
She denied her own speculation in her heart.
A soft noise was heard as the side table next to the couch was moved by Huangfu Jue to sit beside her wheelchair.
Afterward, a tray was placed on the side table, carrying delicate black teaware and several exquisite pastries.
Then, he left and came back with a few books, placing them within easy reach of her hand.
Food, drink, and entertainment, it was all there!
"Do you need anything else?"
The man bent down, his tone gentle.
Gan Yuan glanced at his hand resting on the armrest of the wheelchair, from this angle, it was impossible to tell if his hand bore any injuries.
This time, she uncharacteristically refrained from being sarcastic or mocking toward him.
The area above her head felt heavy as the man’s palm came down, gently ruffling her hair.
"Wait for me for a while."
With that, he crossed over to the desk, opened the file on it, and began to read earnestly.
Will and the other two assistants occasionally knocked on the door to enter, reporting some matters to him, and from time to time, he delegated work to them.
Gan Yuan sat in the wheelchair, having had her fill of the scenery, poured a cup of tea, nibbled on a pastry, picked up a book, read a few lines, then lost interest.
Restless, how could she focus on the book?
Subconsciously, her gaze drifted over to Huangfu Jue.
The man was engrossed in his work, lips slightly pursed, his profile impossibly handsome and immune to any challenge.
With her face turned, watching him, a strange emotion naturally rose in her heart.
If she were not herself, and he were not himself, she would certainly love him dearly, learn to cook for him, tidy his room, and accompany him in all things he wished to do.
Just like those ordinary couples, taking kids to the amusement park on weekends, watching animated movies together, or going out to the countryside for a barbecue, hiking, and fishing...
The man absorbed in his work suddenly turned his face toward her.
Caught off guard, their eyes met squarely, and after a frozen second, she hastily averted her gaze in guilt.