Tom, with his distinct fingers, had already unbuttoned two buttons at his collar.
“Is it red here?” he asked, touching his neck uncomfortably and looking up at her.
He noticed she was staring at his computer screen, her expression a bit dazed and unusual.
Agnes quickly snapped back to reality. She looked down at him, struggling to control the emotions surging within her, trying very hard to keep them in check.
“What’s wrong?” Tom asked with concern, puzzled. How could he have known that she had sent more than four hundred emails? How could he have known that Bubu and Bubu were the same person?
“It is red,” she replied softly, looking at his neck. Then she twisted open the ointment.
“I’ll apply some medicine for you. Don’t scratch it.”
She felt her head buzzing, her voice trembling uncontrollably.
Tom regained his composure and grasped the mouse, looking back at the computer screen.
Agnes’s heart pounded. He hadn’t seen the later emails yet; he hadn’t seen the one where she mentioned that her brother-in-law had given her a kitten…
If he saw that… Her chest tightened sharply, and she didn’t dare to think further.
If he saw it, he would know it was her… What would he think? What would his attitude be?
As she applied the ointment to Tom, Agnes felt her breathing become particularly hot, her mind chaotic, and her vision blurred. She felt completely out of sorts and even unsteady on her feet.
No, no, no, she needed to escape immediately and calm down!
Just like in the car, she squeezed some ointment onto her fingertip and bent over to apply it carefully.
She instinctively avoided looking at his face and tried to steady her breathing. She felt completely out of control and couldn’t even gauge the right pressure to apply the ointment.
He was Mr. Kitten… He was the man she had been thinking about for seven years…
The girl couldn’t help but tear up, applying more pressure with her fingertips. Tom glanced at her slightly; something inexplicably pricked at his heart.
“Agnes, what’s wrong?”
Feeling his gaze, she couldn’t help but look at him too. She tried to control her emotions and dispel the tears in her eyes.
Their gazes met at a close distance, and the heavy emotions made it impossible for her to pretend everything was fine.
“It’s done.”
She stood up straight after regaining her composure, closed the ointment cap, and then turned towards the sofa.
She intended to grab her bag and leave but found him standing behind her when she picked it up. She had no choice but to sit back down on the sofa and smiled as she looked up.
“Feeling better?”
“I am feeling better,” Tom Fritz said gently as he buttoned up his collar.
“But what’s wrong with you?”
His question hit home for her, but she didn’t know how to answer.
Facing his deep and gentle gaze up close, her heart was in turmoil. The familiar feeling stemmed from him being the Mr. Kitten she deeply loved.
That’s why she trusted him so much; even pretending to be his girlfriend or getting engaged didn’t repel her at all.
Facing his concerned gaze like this, she didn’t know how to respond.
At this moment, there were so many things she wanted to tell him but feared pushing him further away. Just looking at him quietly like this made her feel so happy…
He once said that if someone loves you, not giving up is the best kind of love. If they don’t love you back, then not disturbing them is the best kind of love…
When she suppressed and restrained her feelings of love, her heart ached again. She pressed her lips together and looked away.
She didn’t cry; she appeared very calm.