Seeing Carl attitude, Emma was stunned, looking at Carl who went to the sitting room and put the medicine box in the original position.
Later, Emma jump to go upstairs. She wanted to rest, she knew that her foot won’t be fine in a short time.
It was hard to go to the stairs. The sprained foot was painful once she use force on it. When Emma was struggling to climb stairs, suddenly someone from behind embraced her, and then her whole person was picked up. Emma looked back and found it was Carl. Carl picked her up and went upstairs.
“Put me down. I can do it myself.” Emma hurriedly struggled, but Carl did not speak, nor pay attention to Emma.
“Will you put me down and help me up?” Emma was begging for mercy, but Carl still ignored her, directly held Emma go upstairs, and then put Emma down at the door of her bedroom.
After putting Emma down, Carl went downstairs.
“Carl.” When Carl was ready to go downstairs, Emma suddenly stopped him.
“What is it?” Carl stopped and looked at Emma.
“I actually knew that you tried to help me and protect me, but, I beg you not to take it for granted in the future, ok? I am a woman, you held me without my consent every time, do you know my grievance and afflictive feeling? This is more painful and more embarrassing than my injury.”
“If you hadn’t helped me, I could have called the police and arrested you, you know? I beg you, no matter what happens in the future, please keep your distance from me, ok? And besides, I have a boyfriend, I love him so much, what would he think if he knows about it?” Emma held back tears and said to Carl.
Carl was stunned, then nodded and said, “Sorry, I know.” Then he turned around and went downstairs.
Carl went back to his room, lit a cigarette smoking slowly, and then came to the bathroom, took off his coat, looked at the scars in the mirror. He kept silent and stroked his scars. Each scar not only represented pain, but also the past. Every scar represented a story, a story unforgettable all his life.
Carl put on clothes and went back to the house, still smoking on the balcony, and then made a phone call to Frost to ask her situation and then went out of the door.
Not long after leaving the house, Carl came back with several plastic bags and went straight into the kitchen. At noon Carl came out of the kitchen with several dishes in his hand.
Carl directly went upstairs, knocked at the door and said, “Go down to have a meal, go down slowly.” Carl left after saying that.
Emma was playing computer, when she heard Carl’s words, she realized that it was time for lunch. She thought Carl called the take-away, she felt warm in heart, and went to open the door, she found no one outside. The voice was coming from downstairs, Emma frowned, endured the pain, holding the wall moved step by step to the downstairs.
Until Emma finally went down the stairs, she found that Carl was sitting at the table and taking food. There was a pair of bowls with rice and chopsticks.
Emma sat down to the table, looked at the sumptuous dishes on the table, steamed fish, braised pork ribs and two vegetables, and the corn soup as well. Suddenly she felt starving, asked Carl, “Did you called the take-away or took it from the restaurant?”
“I cooked it.” Carl lightly said, did not pay attention to Emma. He then said to Emma, “Do you like it? You can tell me if you have any special taste, I will notice next time.”
“You cooked?” Emma stared big eyes at Carl, feeling very incredible.
Carl nodded and continued to eat.
“How can a man cook? It’s amazing.” Emma continued to be surprised, because she cannot cook as a woman. For Emma, cooking was the most difficult thing in the world, far more difficult than managing a listed company.
“It is not difficult. There is nothing you cannot do if only you want to.” Carl lightly said. This is the first time he and Emma quietly chat.
“Who did you learn to cook from?” Emma asked, “Good, really good, delicious. The taste is very authentic. It is as good as that cooked by our nanny. I did not expect that you have such a specialty.”
“I learned it from my mother. When I was young, my parents had to go to work and they didn’t have time to take care of me, so I learned to cook by myself. After I went to the army, I didn’t cook much. I am a little rusty now.” Carl lightly said.
At the thought of Carl’s life and family, Emma was silent.