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Chapter 373
Chapter 373
Chapter 373 What If I Considered It Important?
It wasn’t a question, just a statement of fact. As he said this, his gaze turned coldly towards Sebastian.
Sebastian seemed somewhat
panicked, opening his mouth as if to say something, yet seemingly at a loss for words.
I observed the subtle interaction between these two people and was slightly taken aback. I couldn’t
help but think of Rachel who had just left. Despite our long conversation, she never asked how I got
injured. If it were in the past, she would probably have bombarded me with questions, wanting to know
exactly how I got hurt.
A sense of loss inevitably filled my heart, and my mood also inevitably dipped a bit.
Before Rachel arrived, I had ordered many dishes that she liked, waiting to serve them as soon as she
arrived. Unfortunately, she left without taking a bite, and the waiter had already served all the dishes.
A table full of food, I couldn’t finish it all by myself. Looking at Sebastian and Daniel, I asked, “Have you
guys eaten? I originally made plans with a friend, but she left, so it’s just me now. There’s so much
food, if you haven’t eaten, why don’t we eat together?”
Daniel didn’t speak, but it was Sebastian who broke the silence, “I have something to do later, and
since Mr. Monroe hasn’t eaten, you guys go ahead. I need to take care of some things.”
After speaking, he pushed Daniel to sit across from me, gave me a smile, and then left.
I didn’t even have time to say another word.
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Watching him leave, I couldn’t help but laugh, “Sebastian is quite busy, huh.”
Daniel didn’t respond to my words, instead he looked at me and asked, “Does it hurt?”
He was asking about the injury on my face. I shook my head and said with a faint smile, “It’s just a little
scrape. It will be fine after a few days of rest. The doctor said once it scabs over, it will be okay, but it
might leave a scar.” At this point, I pretended to sigh, “Of all places to get hurt, it had to be my face.
Now if it leaves a scar, I’ll look like a monster. You guys better not find me ugly and stop being friends
with me.”
He looked at me, his face serious and earnest, “You’re not ugly, you won’t have a scar.”
Seeing his serious expression, I couldn’t help but chuckle, saying, “I’m just teasing you, this little injury
isn’t serious, how could it leave a scar.”
Saying so, I passed him the chopsticks. After a day of fussing, being scared and feeling stifled, I was
starving. At this moment, all I needed was to have a satisfying meal.
Seeing me eat in a fluster, he also started eating quietly. I didn’t tell him about what happened during
the day. Firstly, he was out to relax, and this matter had nothing to do with him. Secondly, telling him
would only add an unpleasant thing to his plate, which would be more bothersome. So, I didn’t mention
it.
With food in my stomach, I felt much satisfied. Looking at Daniel quietly eating in front of me, I couldn’t
help but think to myself, this man is truly handsome, with a mix of innocent charm and a hint of clusive
wickedness. How can one person embody two completely different feelings? It’s really strange.
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Perhaps sensing my gaze, he looked up at me, his dark eyes falling on me, slightly raising his
eyebrows, “What’s up?”
I smiled faintly, propping my chin and said, “Daniel, you’re a bit strange.”
His face froze for a few seconds, looking at me, he said, “Strange?”
I nodded, unable to help but laugh, “I always see two completely different auras in you, a complex yet
harmonious feeling, I can’t quite describe it.”
He looked at me, his expression unreadable, not showing any signs of joy or anger, but seriously
asked, “You don’t like it?”
I shook my head, “No, that’s just what I mean. Everyone has different characteristics. As long as they
don’t harm others, they are unique to them, belonging to their one and only. Others’ preferences are
not important.”
“What if, I think it’s important?” He looked at me, his dark eyes deep enough to swallow a person, even
with a hint of playfulness.
I was momentarily speechless, not knowing how to respond to his words, staring at him in a daze.
In less than a moment, he burst into laughter, his eyes and brows regaining their gentle and kind
expression. He asked, “Have you eaten enough? It’s getting late, we should go back.”
I glanced outside, indeed it was already dark. The night in Springbury came late, and it was no longer
early
I nodded, stood up to pay the bill, but was stopped by him, “Sebastian has already paid.”
Hearing him say that, I felt a bit embarrassed. It was me who invited
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him to dinner, but ended up letting him pay. However, dwelling on it would only make me seem petty.
Looking at him, I laughed and said, “It seems that Sebastian won’t be able to come pick you up for a Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.
while. I’ll push you back to the hotel. It’s not far from here. We can walk back and enjoy the night view
of Springbury, how about that?”