Soon, the car stopped below the apartment building. Agnes didn’t let him get out; she went upstairs to get the ointment herself. Tom Fritz reminded her to take it slow and be careful. In these subtle acts of care, the distance between them had already shortened, though neither had taken the time to realize it yet.
Quickly, the girl in the black dress came downstairs with the ointment, walking towards him from afar. Tom Fritz smiled as she got into the car and offered to apply the ointment herself. “Let me help you,” she said.
Tom didn’t refuse. He unbuttoned his shirt collar and leaned toward her. Agnes carefully applied the ointment to his neck. “Is it only your neck that itches? Anywhere else?” she asked.
“No,” he replied.
“Alright, keep the ointment with you. Apply it every two hours, and it will be completely healed,” she instructed.
After applying the ointment, Tom started the car and headed towards Fritz Manor. The warmth of her fingers still lingered on his neck.
Soon, in a room upstairs at Fritz Manor, Lisa, dressed in a red evening gown, had just finished her makeup. She walked to the window to admire the beautiful sunset but accidentally saw a Volvo driving into the yard and heading towards the house. Jeffery had mentioned that Tom drove a Volvo, so it must be his car.
Lisa held onto the curtain and quietly waited for the car to stop. She saw Tom get out of the driver’s seat. Bathed in the sunset’s glow, his tall and handsome figure stood out even more, his features sharp and defined. To Lisa, he exuded an irresistible allure.
Such an outstanding man was hard not to love. But then he walked around the car and gentlemanly opened the passenger door, reaching inside to help out a girl in a black square-neck dress. This sight made Lisa’s heart tighten.
Because of several practice runs that afternoon, Tom Fritz naturally wrapped his arm around Agnes’ shoulder as he closed the car door. He led her forward and whispered to her, “I don’t think you’ve formally called me by my name yet.”
The girl turned her head, their noses almost touching. Looking at each other from such a close distance, Tom Fritz continued walking while waiting for her answer.
“Tom,” she finally said.
“Bubu,” he responded.
Agreed, they both smiled at each other.
This entire scene fell into Lisa’s eyes upstairs, making her question everything. Could she really be his girlfriend? Otherwise, why would they act so intimately when no one was around?
At that moment, no matter how beautifully she was dressed, Lisa felt defeated. She suddenly felt very sad; Tom Fritz was humiliating her. But she had to go downstairs for dinner and face him.
Recalling his demeanor in the yard, he didn’t seem like someone who had a girlfriend. Lisa couldn’t figure out what went wrong but decided she needed to investigate further. Such an excellent chemistry professor couldn’t just be handed over to someone else.
As long as they weren’t married yet, there was still hope-especially since Grandma was on her side.
So Lisa turned around and left to find her grandmother in the next room.
“Grandma, I just saw Tom getting out of the car with a girl,” she said with a pouty tone of sadness.
“Wearing a black dress?” the old lady asked. “I saw them too.”
Her beloved grandson had said he would bring his girlfriend home; as a grandmother, she had been eagerly waiting for this moment.