Shake your head and shake these uncomfortable emotions away. She curled up and hugged a pillow and fell soundly asleep …
When I woke up again, I lifted the curtains and it was surprisingly dark outside.
She actually slept for such a long time. It was quite unbelievable that she could sleep so peacefully even in a strange bed.
Fished over the phone and looked at the time, it was already more than 5:00 pm.
Thinking of Neal Williams’ 8:00 flight, she hurried out of bed, her hair down and didn’t bother to grab it.
I don’t know if it’s too late to start cooking dinner for him.
Out of the bedroom, but the whole apartment was unusually quiet, not at all like someone was there.
“Mr. Williams?” standing in the hall and looking around the dark and dreary space, not even the lights on.
There was no one in the room to answer her.
Looks like he’s off to the airport now …
Not even a goodbye.
Standing there alone, Andrea Jones was inexplicably a little lost.
“What are you standing here staring at?” Suddenly, a voice descended from the sky.
A touch of unconscious surprise crossed from the heart.
“You haven’t left yet?”
Andrea Jones raised her head and saw that he was bent over the loft with only half his head poking out.
“It’s early.” Neal Williams glanced at his wristwatch before stomping down the steel stairs, a file in his hand. Another glance at her, “Did you just call me? Something wrong?”
“Ah … is something.” The loss was swept away and her mood rose slightly. “I’m a little hungry, so I wanted to ask if I could borrow your kitchen for a bit.”
Neal Williams was already standing in front of her.
At the moment, he has changed into a business suit. The upright figure is outlined by the slim shirt like carved as perfect, the temperament is fresh and awe-inspiring.
Set aside the information in his hand at any moment before saying, “The kitchen is not a problem, however, the refrigerator is empty.”
A clever woman can’t cook without rice.
“I’ll take you out to eat.” Neal Williams’ eyes drifted over her pajama-clad body, his eyes darkening slightly, but he just glanced away from them, “You go change your clothes.”
When he looked at her, Andrea Jones remembered what she was wearing.
The good thing is, her pajamas, like her person, are somewhat conservative, being a small pink floral top and shorts.
In fact, it is more than normal to wear. Sometimes when she accompanies her mother out for a walk, she even wears this pajama set.
But, his eyes … why so flickering? So uncomfortable?
Andrea Jones, of course, didn’t dare to ask and just turned around and went back to her bedroom.
“Stupid woman!” Looking at that back, Neal Williams murmured. This little fool must not know how sexy her legs, exposed in the air like flower petals, really are and how easy it is for men to think about.
…
Within a few minutes, Andrea Jones came out with a change of clothes.
“Which is the nearest supermarket on your side? About how long does it take?” She asked as she wrapped her hand around the back of her head and tied her hair skilfully behind her head.
“Five minute drive. What’s going to the supermarket now?”
“I’m going to get something to fill the fridge and start cooking dinner.” She turned her head to look at him and pondered before saying, “I’ll cook quickly, why don’t … you have dinner and then go to the airport? It shouldn’t take too long.”
It’s hard to swallow what’s on the plane.
Neal Williams raised an eyebrow and grabbed his car keys, “Come on, I’ll drive you there.”
Someone to cook for him, he could not ask for more. And … after the last time he drank her porridge, he had come to love the taste of that.
…
He walked her to the supermarket door.
“Just wait for me in the car, I’ll be out soon.” She pushed open the car door and got out first.
She knows that most men do not like to shop with women in the supermarket. Women pick things mostly carefully and dilly-dally, men thick nerves rarely suffer.
But her father was not. Her memory is that as a child, her father would accompany her mother every time she went shopping. When there were many people, he would always hold his mother close to his chest, afraid of being bumped into. Whenever they saw such a picture, the two sisters snickered at the back.
Because of the influence of her parents, she grew up dreaming of being able to hold her boyfriend’s hand and go to the supermarket once. It’s a pity that she and Lewis Brown never had such an opportunity.
At this point in time, the supermarket is at its peak.
Thinking of Neal Williams’ plane, she didn’t dare dawdle and hurriedly pushed the cart toward the spice section.
Sesame oil, soy sauce, butter, and vinegar …
She tilted her head slightly and looked at the only bottle of aged vinegar left overhead. Standing on tiptoe, she reached out with difficulty.
Fingers just touched the bottle, suddenly, a hand stretched out from behind has snatched the vinegar away.
“Eh, that’s what I was looking at first …”
I was going to try to fight for myself, when I turned my head and saw the owner of that hand, I was surprised, “What are you doing here?”
“Parked the car and came in.”
Neal Williams set the vinegar aside in the cart and gave it a cursory glance, “Anything else you need to buy?”
“Oil, salt and monosodium glutamate, do you have all these at home?”
Home?
Neal Williams raised his eyebrows slightly. He found that he liked her wording. The bachelor pad, which he had never considered a home because it was cold and empty, was at best a temporary residence.
Now it sounds like …
The use of the word ‘home’ seems fine.
“Is there more?” Seeing that he didn’t say anything, Andrea Jones turned her head and asked again.
“Well … maybe it’s all expired.” Neal Williams is also not sure, “I used to just cook pasta, I basically don’t use that stuff.”
Andrea Jones swept the basics into the trolley, not forgetting to mutter, “The noodles are not nutritious, you should eat less. You should eat less of them. You’re going to be physically exhausted after working so much.”
Neal Williams didn’t say anything, just stared deep into her eyes. She froze, then realized she’d said too much and lowered her head uncomfortably, ruffling her cheek hair seemingly unintentionally, “Now go get the vegetables. We have to hurry, there’s a line at the checkout later.”
Just as she was about to reach the cart, Neal Williams was already ahead of her, holding the cart in her hand. Pulling her to the inside again, the two walked side by side towards the vegetable section.
The two men were speechless again for a while.
He was right beside him, and even in a place like a supermarket where all kinds of smells mix, his refreshing scent still couldn’t be covered, unique and good. She lowered her head and looked at his beautiful hands on the cart. The fingers are long and bony.
In his mind, he unconsciously entwined this image with the image of his parents at that time.
“Isn’t that what you want?”
“No? What about this one?”
“Do you want to buy some of those too?”
He pointed to the vegetable section and asked her carefully one by one. Andrea Jones couldn’t help but be distracted by his rare patience.
Neal Williams …
What kind of a person is he?
Why … are they the only ones who are entangled in this way?
“What are you dumbfounded about? Get in line.” Neal Williams gave her a tug. Only then did she come back to her senses, her face inexplicably flushed, and she nodded her head and ran to the checkout area first.
He came over pushing a bulky cart and she was busy stepping back to let him get in the line first.
I didn’t notice behind me, but my body hit a freight cart that was coming straight at me. The cart was full of heavy goods, the fragile back was hit hard, Andrea Jones wrinkled her brow in pain, her face was white.
Neal Williams turned his head to see this scene, his heart twisted and he reached out and brought her into his arms.
The man pushing the freight car was still apologizing repeatedly, and Andrea Jones straight pretended to shake her head in relief.
Neal Williams’ face was anything but relaxed.
“Where did it hit?” He had only wandered off and this had happened to her.
“Well … it’s okay, it’ll be fine in a minute.” They were so close that Andrea Jones’ face almost brushed against his shirt. Trying very hard to straighten his back, but it still hurt there.
It looks like the waist must be spared a bruise.
“Did it hit your back?” His brow furrowed tightly. What do you mean it’s okay? Was that look on her face just now okay?
“Well …” she had to nod her head.
The next second, his action, shocked her so much that she even held her breath.
He took her shoulders with one hand and let her whole body lean in front of his chest, and branded her waist with one hand.
“Is it here?” Bending his head, his breath unintentionally brushed all over her ear.
Her mouth was dry and her body was weak.
“No … is not there.”
“And here?” He moved his hand, a little further to the left.
“Also … not …” God, why did her voice, become so soft? So trembling?
“Here? Hmm?” It was rare for him to be this patient.
“… hmm.”
Finally, I found a place where I don’t have to be ‘tortured’ by him with abandon.
He put his palm over her waist and rubbed her wound with just the right amount of force.
“Does it hurt?” He asked her with downcast eyes.
The eyes are serious and focused.
Such actions, between them, clearly … very ambiguous, and, there are some small erotic taste. However, he was oblivious, without a hint of teasing, just simply pressed the injury for her.
A warm stream, from the location of his palm, inch by inch into the tip of her heart.
The heart, unprecedentedly soft, even her original strength was softened.
Only biting his lip, he leaned on his chest and said honestly: “Well … there is a little pain.”
“Be careful out there from now on.” He admonished, his voice thick.
“… hmm.” She responded good-naturedly.
His palm, wide and firm, so strong, like he could brush away all her pain.
The side of the eyes, see around the strangers towards them with smiling and envious eyes, her pretty face a red, heart some chaos.
“Little girl, your boyfriend really loves you. I’ll have to let my daughter find one like this!” The lady in front of them was buying the bill and she didn’t forget to laugh and joked.
Andrea Jones opened her pink lips and tried to explain something, but …
What should I say?
Saying he’s not his boyfriend?
So will they be scorned for what they are doing now?
But no? Obviously her boyfriend is not him, and now she is indulging in his tenderness … really damn!
Sobering up a bit, Andrea Jones’ body tensed up and stiffened to back away from his arms.
But it was clear that Neal Williams had guessed what she was thinking. A large palm pressed down and pressed her back again, “Don’t move, lest you bump into it again.”
Looking at her, he took out his wallet with one hand and handed a card to the cashier.
Andrea Jones was about to struggle, but her attention was instantly drawn to the wallet in his hand.
“This purse of yours …” she compared her thin fingers, wanted to say something and did not go down.
Neal Williams lowered his eyes and looked away, only to calmly take the card the cashier handed back into his wallet and put it in his pocket together.
“You like it? There are women’s styles, do you want me to keep an eye out for you?” He asked bashfully, while watching the cashier help them sort through the items.
“No.” Andrea Jones was busy shaking her head, explaining, “It just seemed rather familiar.”
Maybe I’ve seen it in one of the magazines before! Anyway, Neal Williams’ stuff is a favorite of fashion magazines.