Alice didn’t object because she shared the idea that she couldn’t go to work because of her current condition. Besides, the doctor had already suggested that she keep in bed longer. If there had been no signs of miscarriage, she surely would not have taken the fatigue she felt to heart. It was that which warned her to be more careful.
Alice therefore took the opportunity to ask Kennedy for a few more days’ rest, saying to him, -Well … would you allow me to rest a few more days?
Hearing that, Kennedy couldn’t help but furrow her eyebrows and asked, -Are you really that tired?
Alice felt so embarrassed that she wanted to look for some more pretext. However, he beat her to it by saying, -Seeing that we’ll have to be more restrained.
Alice wanted to blame him, but left him for being frightened to see that the noodles were boiling and spilling. Immediately, she turned around to put out the fire, and then began to chase Kennedy out of the kitchen, saying, -Go out first, I’ll take care of the cleanup.
The two just ate some noodles to fill their stomachs. When they finished eating, Kennedy put down his bowl and said, -I’ll ask a servant to come in the afternoon to take care of you.
-No need,” said Alice.
-I need to go out to settle last night’s incident, so you stay home, okay?
Alice replied, “Okay, be very careful. Take Anthony with you if it suits you.
Although Anthony looked very careless, he was still very reliable when it came to something important, completely different from his foppish appearance.
Speaking of Anthony, Kennedy couldn’t help but take an extra glance at Alice and asked:
-Was it you who asked him to come here last night?
-Yes…- Alice dodged meeting his eyes because she felt fearful and uneasy, and explained in a very low voice, -I was just worried sick about you when you were late last night. While I couldn’t get out, I just thought I’d call Anthony and ask him to find out how I was doing.
-That’s fine,” Kennedy replied.
When he got into the car, Kennedy called Anthony on the phone.
Just then, Anthony was anxiously awaiting his call. Although he had gone home last night, out of worry, he couldn’t fall asleep until half past twelve in the morning.
When he awoke, he found that it was already dawn and that the phone lay quietly by his pillow, not having rung for calls.
Anthony was instantly heartbroken to think that he had been worried for a long time last night, while the two ingrates had not called him to let him know what had happened. Even more, Anthony became jealous at the memory that Kennedy was high on aphrodisiac the night before and would have spent the night with Alice.
The more he thought about it, the more jealous he became. Just as Anthony was about to go crazy with jealousy, the phone rang and he answered the call immediately.
-Kennedy, you finally called me!
Kennedy was driving over the viaduct when he heard Anthony’s screams on the other end of the phone. He frowned and said very calmly, -Shut up.
Anthony immediately fell silent, and a few seconds later, he added, -Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you? Last night you got away with it, while I… poor thing….
These words made Kennedy’s brow furrow even more. With an unpleasant tone Kennedy interrupted him saying, -Don’t mention that again.
Anthony asked, “Why?
Kennedy replied, -Because your sister-in-law is very shy.
Anthony blurted out exclaiming, -Fuck!
“I shouldn’t attempt to attempt to call this fucker…. I never imagined he’d treat me like this by provoking me into such zeal with his amorous tales. How cruel it was to flaunt his love affair to a poor bachelor! If I ever get a chance, I’d leave him unforgettable lessons,” Anthony thought.
There was traffic ahead, so Kennedy slowed the car and added in a low voice, “I’m getting ready to go back.
-Yes? To your house? I’m going with you too- Anthony offered to follow Kennedy because he was a witness to last night’s incident. He was also quite convinced that the reason for Kennedy’s return at this time was because of what happened last night. Otherwise he would have gone to the company by now.
This answer was exactly what Kennedy wanted, so they came to an agreement.
Anthony immediately stood up and said as he put on his clothes, -We’re serious, it was Zoe who drugged you last night, wasn’t it?
Kennedy didn’t answer anything, but her eyes darkened with anger.
-She’s really crazy to do something like that,” Anthony added.
Fearing that he was reaching too far, Kennedy interrupted him by saying, “I’ll see you later at my place,” immediately hanging up the phone.
Hearing the beep coming from the phone, Anthony sat where he was and was stunned, while his eyes were filled with a bitterness he couldn’t hide.
Zoe … Back when he still didn’t know her very well, he really liked that girl. He thought her name was really appropriate because, in his heart, she was as pure as the white snow coming from the sky, noble and beautiful little thing. However, afterwards… Phew, reality was truly cruel.
Anthony laughed at himself and told himself to stop thinking about it, since everyone has been wrong about people sometime when they were still young. Good thing he finally got to know the real Zoe behind that pretty face. He should feel lucky to have gone to Zoe that day, otherwise he would never have found out that she took him for such a nasty person. He stopped thinking any more, set about primping, and then left the house.
*
At Kennedy’s house
-Girl, it’s going to be all right. Don’t cry…-Jorge was at the side of the bed, and tried to comfort Zoe with his words, while she didn’t stop crying no matter that her forehead was wrapped in a thick layer of gauze, and her eyes were swollen from crying so much.
-What have you done?” Mr. Jorge felt disturbed by her crying and turned to scold the family doctor standing next to him: “How have you treated her wounds, why is she still crying?
The doctor felt helpless seeing all that, and sighed saying, -Sir, I have treated the young lady’s wound. She is crying… probably because… –
-Why? -asked Mr. Jorge.
The doctor looked at Zoe again, fearing that what he would say would again affect her as much as before, when he told her that a scar would remain on her forehead.
However, Señor Jorge’s stern look forced him to mention it again to give her an explanation, -The wound on the lady’s forehead … can leave scars even after it heals.
-What? -Jorge narrowed his eyes slightly and asked her again to confirm what he had heard, -Will it leave a scar?
When Zoe heard this, her tears overflowed like floods.
Her cries echoed in the room, while the doctor could only comfort her in a tender voice: -Miss, I understand you. All girls worry about their beauty, but don’t feel desperate about the possible scar, as it can be removed with surgery in the future.
Hearing that, Jorge echoed quickly saying, – It’s true, girl, don’t worry so much, now with the advanced technology all kinds of scars can be repaired. If surgery is needed, I will find you the best hospital to make sure you look as beautiful as before.
Zoe was still crying, tugging on Jorge’s sleeve with tears in her eyes as she said, “Grandpa, Kennedy didn’t like me. Now, if I get a scar this time, he’ll probably still be unpleasant to see me.