Stanford’s eyes contracted rapidly and he hastily took away the tea cup in Phoebe’s hand. He looked at her warily and asked, “Are you very hurt?”
Phoebe was clutching her finger with a poor look.
“I don’t know. My finger just stings.”
Stanford’s brows grew even tighter as he stood up suddenly.
Phoebe was still clutching her finger, but she almost couldn’t suppress the smile playing on the corner of her lips. From his frantic expression, was he going to apply some medicine on her personally?
Thinking that Stanford was worried about her greatly when she was clutching her finger in pain, joy filled Phoebe from top to bottom.
If he was going to personally tend to her, it must mean that she had a place in his heart.
He must be very fond of her too.
Just as Phoebe was about to stretch out her finger ecstatically, she saw to her shock that Stanford and fished out his phone and made a call.
“Collin, come to the back garden now. Phoebe is scalded.”
Phoebe was stunned.
He had summoned Collin? He was going to let Collin tend to her medically?
The joyous, ecstatic feeling in Phoebe’s heart suddenly diminished greatly as if cold water was showered all over her heart.
“It’s alright, it’s just a minor injury. I will just rinse it with some water.”
As she said that, Phoebe stood up and walked away with her clutched finger.
There was a boiling rage and wrongness filling her whole being.
Her test had failed.
Stanford was not worried about her at all.
She was scalded, but he didn’t even scrutinize her injury.
Stanford watched Phoebe’s fuming back getting out of his sight and felt dumbfounded. Why did she suddenly become angry?
Was it because the pain was too great for her?
His brows became even tighter as he barked into the phone at Collin, “Are you a snail? Come here in one minute!”
Collin couldn’t produce any response to that. Did Stanford think that he had wings? Or did Collin need to jump out of his window to shorter his travel time?
Florence stared wide-eyed at her elder brother and felt a great discomfort.
Why did he roar at Collin at this moment? Shouldn’t he chase after Phoebe as the most important and urgent thing here?
However, what she witnessed next shattered her value system.
She saw Collin hurried to the scene and asked nervously, “Stanford, what’s happening?”
It turned out that he had used the emergency line.
Stanford’s gaze was dim as he instructed, “Phoebe’s hand is scalded by hot tea. Go treat her now.”
Collin was speechless. He sounded very urgent on the phone, but it turned out that Collin was summoned here to deal with something so minor?
He really wanted to kill someone now.
Florence stared hopelessly at Stanford and finally felt that he was beyond saving.
She couldn’t believe that he had asked Collin to tend to her. She couldn’t believe it!
Poor Phoebe. Why did she get a boyfriend like this? Even Florence was feeling disdainful about the whole thing now.
Florence tried to save the situation albeit the hopelessness, “Stanford, shouldn’t you look after her yourself? Perhaps she won’t be so hurt if you check on her.”
Stanford answered seriously, “I am not a doctor, there’s no use for me to go see it.”
As he said that, he glared at Collin with a terrific face, “Why are you still standing here? Go now! What if there’s scalds forming on her skin? Are you going to hold responsibility for it?”
Damn it…
Collin pushed back the anger in his chest as he really felt like strangling this man to death.
Why did Collin have to bear any responsibility? Whose girlfriend was Phoebe?
Florence clasped her forehead and felt totally speechless.
She could see clearly that Stanford did indeed care about Phoebe, it was just that his way of managing things was different compared to any other normal person.
The other boyfriends would shower their girlfriends with concern after she was scalded, and they would blow on the wound and tend to the wound themselves. They could even use this opportunity to console, be intimate with and hold their girlfriend.
On the other hand, Stanford was dealing with this with the utmost logic. He had called for a doctor.
He cared about Phoebe, but his methods were too logical and devoid of any cheekiness and warmth.
“Alas.”
Florence sighed profusely. With how the outcome had turned out, how could she face Phoebe again?
Phoebe must be feeling hopeless, knowing that her boyfriend was someone so dense and emotionless.
Florence didn’t know how to put this into words, and after giving it some thoughts, she decided to talk it over with Ernest once he’s finished with his business.
He could always come up with the best solution for the two of them.
It seemed that it was going to be a sleepless night again.
Phoebe lied in bed and tossed and turned, but sleep never came.
Her mind was replaying Stanford’s attitude towards her, and the nonchalant distancing between them.
They had confirmed their relationship and this was the third day, yet they were calm as water with no major developments pushing things forward.
The looked like a couple who never agreed to anything.
And today, she had pretended to be hurt, yet Stanford’s reaction was too frustrating for her. He had called Collin to deal with her, which showed that he was too unconcerned with her
Phoebe felt something lodging in her throat. Did she misunderstand the whole situation?
Based on how Stanford had liked her, she was going to wait for him to make all the first moves. However, no matter how long she waited, it was in vain.
Perhaps he didn’t really like her at all.
He was just getting together with her because he felt that he must be responsible for her.
If that was the case, then she could probably never waited until the day he made the first move. It would be foolish of her to continue to waste time and wait for him.
Maybe she should take the initiative.
However, she used to take the initiative in the past and she found that joyous, but this scalding incident this time around made her feel like a thorn had grown in side her. She felt frustrated whenever she thought about it.
She no longer felt an intense desire to take the initiative.
She tossed and turned again, and her mind was in tatters still.
After some time, she shot up from her bed and scratched her hair with annoyance, “Whether I am in a relationship or not, it’s so much trouble.”
She got off her bed while feeling upset. After grabbing a random jacket, she made her way out of her room.
Since she couldn’t sleep, she decided to take a stroll. Perhaps the fresh air and night breeze would sweep her troubles away.
Phoebe got downstairs and wanted to go out of the villa by using a small corridor. She wanted to go to the back garden, and on the way, she had to pass by the entertainment room on the first floor.
It was midnight, and there was no one in the villa. Everyone had fallen asleep, so naturally no one should be here.
However, at this moment, Phoebe noticed that through the gap of the door of the entertainment room, there was a faint light shining from within.
She froze and felt confused. She even put up her guard.
There shouldn’t be anyone inside the room at this time. Could it be that some maid had forgotten to close the door after cleaning the room?
That was one of the likely possibilities.
As Phoebe thought about that, she went towards the room and lightly pushed the door open.
The entertainment room was a mini cinema with a huge screen. There were four orderly-arranged massaging chairs too.
At this moment, a Korean drama was being played on the screen. The male and female protagonists were engaged in intimate actions.
In a massaging chair on the first row, there was a man sitting there. Phoebe was able to recognize that huge back at first glance.
And then, all she felt was a huge shock.
The man noticed the sound of door opening and turned around. Under the reflection of the cinema lights, he saw a woman standing rooted to the floor at the entrance.
He frowned slightly and asked in his deep voice, “Why did you come here?”
Phoebe was stunned, but she brought herself back to reality.
“I-I can’t sleep, so I wanted to take a stroll.”
Her sparking gaze fell on the screen, and it happened to be the time a new episode was being played. It was the sixth episode.
It must mean that Stanford had been sitting here for six hours.
There was a strange thought rising in her heart. She couldn’t help but ask, “Why are you here… watching this?”