There’s a restroom on the plane; she really didn’t need to rush outside. But today, Shirley ran so fast that before he could react, she was already far ahead.
Seeing her already gone, he could only sigh.
He looked around, found a bench, and sat down to wait.
Within ten minutes, Shirley appeared beside Andrew with a plastic bag in hand.
"Here, take this, let’s go."
Shirley reached out and handed the bag to Andrew, then smiled.
"What is this?"
Andrew raised his eyebrows and took it.
"Cold medicine and fever reducer. Didn’t you say the plane is about to take off? You can take the medicine once you’re on the plane."
As Shirley spoke, she moved forward, only to realize there was no one beside her.
Shirley froze, turned around, and saw Andrew standing not far behind.
"Why aren’t you moving?"
Shirley looked curiously at Andrew, who stood still.
Andrew tightly gripped his phone, eyes flickering with complicated emotions.
How could he let go of this version of Shirley?
At this moment, he’d rather wish Shirley was cold-hearted, indifferent to him.
Perhaps then he could let go.
"Why did you buy medicine for me?"
He stood there, suppressing his emotions.
"You’re sick!"
Shirley paused; she had bought some medicine for a sick person. Was there a problem?
"Shirley!"
Andrew finally couldn’t suppress his emotions and shouted instantly!
"Why buy medicine for me? You should ignore my fate right now. I’m the one who imprisoned you here, prevented you from going back, and kept you from seeing your husband and son. Why are you being so nice to me?"
Why would Shirley do this for such a jerk?
Listening to Andrew, Shirley stood there in a daze.
Her face showed unease.
She feared Andrew might regret letting her return home.
She was afraid that a single small action might lead to losing everything.
At this moment, her eyes were filled with helplessness.
Seeing her expression, Andrew nearly wanted to slap himself.
"Let’s go!"
Suppressing his emotions, Andrew strode forward, quickly passing Shirley.
Watching his broad back, Shirley—for the first time—felt that the seemingly omnipotent Andrew wasn’t as strong as she imagined.
A man of flesh and blood must have endured much pain others couldn’t bear to become so strong.
Trying to keep up with his pace, Shirley gritted her teeth and moved forward.
It felt as if each step crushed Andrew’s heart.
She clearly heard Andrew’s heart bleeding and his pain.
However...
She could only keep moving forward.
Sitting on the plane, she watched Andrew beside her, but he never asked the flight attendant for water to take his medicine.
She sat there hesitating, hands tightly clasped, ultimately doing nothing.
She feared asking for water might lead to unnecessary consequences.
Slowly closing her eyes, she pretended to be too tired and needed rest.
She should be happy because she was returning.
Very soon, she’ll be in front of Alan Morgan and Gerry Peary, and then, their family will be reunited.
Chapter 1207: 1209: What Am I Supposed to Do with You?
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