Andrew’s chapped lips moved up and down, and after saying this, he opened the door and walked inside the room. After turning around and pouring himself a glass of water, he gulped it down.
"I’ll be downstairs in ten minutes."
......
Ten minutes later—
Andrew appeared right on time in the living room, and whether it was the lighting or not, today, Andrew’s face seemed particularly unwell.
Seeing him like this, Shirley Grant frowned.
"Andrew, are you not feeling well?"
Finally, Shirley Grant asked.
"It’s nothing, probably just lack of sleep, my head hurts a bit."
Andrew’s voice was hoarse, holding his coat, he was ready to head out the door.
"I’ve already booked the plane tickets, we’ll head to the airport now, and we should arrive by tonight."
Shirley Grant nodded and immediately followed.
After getting in the car, she still felt uneasy, hesitating for a long time before reaching out to touch his forehead.
"Andrew, you have a fever."
Shirley Grant’s voice suddenly amplified, his forehead felt so hot, the temperature must be high.
"Really?"
Andrew belatedly touched his forehead, and it was indeed quite warm.
"It’s okay."
He drove in the direction of the airport.
Shirley Grant sat in the front passenger seat, looking worried.
"Andrew, you need treatment, if you drag it out like this, your condition will worsen."
A fever is not a minor cold; it shouldn’t be ignored.
Listening to Shirley Grant, Andrew laughed and turned to look at her.
"Shirley, if I go for treatment, you can’t return home today."
Shirley: ......
She was stunned.
Right!
She really didn’t know what to do now.
Andrew’s character is too unpredictable, and she wasn’t even sure why he agreed to return home with her this time.
If they can’t go back this time, who knows when the next chance will be?
Seeing the person beside him fall silent, Andrew smiled wryly and pressed down harder on the accelerator, heading to the airport.
"Shirley, you’re not as kind-hearted as you think."
He spoke.
Shirley bowed her head, her hands tightly clenched, her eyes slightly red.
"I’m sorry."
Yes, she wasn’t that kind-hearted.
When she realized that if Andrew went for treatment, she wouldn’t be able to go back home, she had already made a choice.
She chose to disregard Andrew’s discomfort.
She chose ... Alan Morgan and Gerry Peary.
If it weren’t for Andrew during this period, perhaps Shirley would already have died.
But ...
She was too cruel, and at this moment, her choice was very selfish.
All she could say was sorry; she couldn’t do anything else.
"Shirley, just now I was thinking, if you chose me ..."
Heh.
Andrew didn’t continue.
Shirley, if you chose me, I would have gone to any lengths for you.
If you chose me, I would ...
hold on to your hand tightly, even if the world collapsed.
But ...
If ultimately, it was just an if.
Your choice is too cruel.
Enduring the discomfort in his body, Andrew and Shirley quickly appeared at Sicily’s airport.
"The flight time is tight, we can check in now."
Looking at the time, Andrew spoke, then led Shirley inside.
"Hmm."
Shirley smiled slightly, seeing how pale he looked, she inevitably felt a little guilty inside.
"Wait here for me a bit, I’ll go to the restroom first."
With that, Shirley ran off.
"Hey! There are restrooms on the plane too!"
Chapter 1206: 1208: Actually, You’re Not That Kind
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