Fit For Your Love

Not long after the car left, a Ferrari pulled up outside the hospital.

The door opened and Melody got out of the car.

She was wearing long leather boots, a black coat, a black beret and two large earrings.

Her wore red lipstick and sunglasses, looking as fierce as ever.

However, the thermos in her hand offset her fierceness.

She walked into the hospital and headed to Everett's ward, but there was no one inside.

Only the cleaner was cleaning.

Melody stood at the door, looked at the empty ward, and asked, "Where's the patient?" There was no emotion in her eyes when she said this.

The cleaner heard her voice, looked at her, and then said, "He has been discharged."

Melody stayed silent.

She looked at the hospital bed in the ward and thought of the person on the bed, sometimes lying or sitting up. Her grip on the thermos tightened. An hour later, the car stopped at the airport.

The driver took the suitcase out of the car. Davis went to get the boarding pass, and Everett's phone rang.

He picked up his phone. Seeing the name on the screen, he put the phone in his pocket and looked at the flights on the LCD screen in front of him. Melody listened to the busy tone on her cell phone, hung up, and made another call.

But it was still the same sentence, telling her the number was being busy.

She hung up again and called again.

After making three calls, she made another call.

Davis and Everett had just passed the security check when Davis's phone rang.

He took out his phone and paused when seeing the name on the screen. He looked at the person in front of him.

Mr. Weston's cell phone kept ringing before.

Melody listened to the beep on her phone and looked ahead.

There was no hint of emotion in her eyes and in her heart.

"Miss Johnson."

She heard Davis's voice.

Melody loosened her grip on the phone. "Where's Everett?"

Davis looked at the person who was walking further and further away and followed him. "Mr. Weston is out of the hospital."

"Where is he now?"

"He is busy."

"Let him answer."

Davis paused and said, "Miss Johnson, I'm not with Mr. Weston."

Although Davis said this, Melody knew the truth.

Melody stopped asking. She hung up the phone, threw the thermos in the trash can, and left.

She would never have stood being neglected like this in the past, but now she could. However, she did not know how long she could hold herself back.

The plane took off in half an hour, and the pleasant voice of the stewardess sounded in the cabin. "Hello, dear passengers. It's 5:00 pm in Paris. Your flight will arrive in H City in 12 hours. Please..." Everett leaned back on his seat with his dark eyes closed.

Two days later. It was Sunday.

Brayden and Olivia stayed at home that day. They took Max out for a walk and came back.

Time passed quickly when Brayden taught Olivia English.

It was almost four o'clock when Brayden began to pack up.

His high school teacher's birthday was today. He had agreed with his friends that he would definitely attend the birthday party.

Olivia looked at the sky outside and said, "It looks like it's going to rain. You should wear more."

As Olivia spoke, she went to the closet and took out a brown scarf.

She knitted this scarf herself.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

She put the scarf around Brayden's neck and said, "Although I know you are sensible, I think I should tell you in advance. Drink less and do not drive after drinking. Call me when you are coming back." Olivia was a human who could feel things. Brayden was good to Olivia. Olivia would naturally care about him.

Brayden looked at the woman standing in front of him. Her movements did not stop when she said these words. She straightened his scarf and clothes with slender fingertips, looking kind and sweet. Brayden held Olivia's hand and his eyes sparkled. "If you are so worried about me, come with me then."

Olivia was helpless. "No, I'll pass. I am waiting for you at home."

"Woof Woof!"

Max felt it had been neglected, so it barked when crouching at Olivia's feet, reminding them that it was here.

Olivia laughed, picked it up and said to Brayden, "We'll wait for you to come back."

The warm light shone on Olivia's face and body, which was so beautiful and unreal.

"Okay."

Brayden drove away, and Olivia stood at the gate with Max in her arms. When the car was completely out of sight, Olivia carried Max back to the living room.

"Only two of us are at home, Max. Be good."

Olivia put Max down and went to the kitchen.

She made something to eat and then continued her studies.

Seeing that she had went to the kitchen, Max followed her in, barking from time to time. "Woof!"

"Don't worry. I'll give you food when I'm done cooking. We'll have dinner together."

"Woof woof!"

The villa was brightly lit and the bark of dogs could be heard from time to time. It was full of warmth.

A black car was parked outside the villa. The night shrouded the car and it was pitch black inside.