In My Desperate Time

Chapter 448: I Can't Figure Out What He's Thinking

"Ah!"

Old Mr. Louis cries in alarm.

I look up and see old Mr. Louis frowning.

The person beside him panics and keeps apologizing to old Mr. Louis.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it. I'm really in a hurry."

Only then do I notice that he is holding a glass of water in his hand.

The boiling water inside spills on the back of old Mr. Louis’ hand, making it red and swollen.

If he hadn't pushed me away just now, I would have been injured.

But doesn't he hate me? Why does he protect me?

It's not the right time to think about this. What's important is to see if his burns are serious or not.

"It doesn't matter. Be careful next time."

Old Mr. Louis says kindly to the man, but because of the pain, his brows are tightly knitted.

The man apologizes again before leaving.

I frown and stepped forward to support old Mr. Louis. "Grandfather, let me take you to the hospital."

"It's none of your business! I've already said I don't want to see you! Scram as far away as you can! Can't you see that I hate you?"

Old Mr. Louis shakes off my hand impatiently and scolds me.

If it had been before, I would have read that old Mr. Louis hates me.

But after seeing what happened just now, I am a little dumbfounded.

I don't know what he is thinking about, but if I hate someone, I definitely won't save him.

Moreover, his dislike for me is truly inexplicable.

"Grandfather, do you really hate me? Since that's the case, why did you help me just now?" I look at old Mr. Louis with a serious expression.

His expression changes, but his eyes are filled with extreme impatience.

"Who helped you?! I told that person to be careful, not you! You're so annoying!"

After old Mr. Louis says that, he doesn't look at me anymore and directly walked out.

I stand there and see him stop a car and leave before I go upstairs.

However, I feel very complicated.

What exactly is going on?

Returning to the office, I find that Frances’ meeting has ended.

I tell him what just happened and want an answer. He shakes his head in confusion, just like me.

"Actually, I often can't figure out what my grandfather is thinking too." He smiles helplessly.

Besides, not only can he not read his grandfather.

But he can't read Hilda as well.

"Ah." I let out a long sigh and say to Frances, "What is the third way you've mentioned earlier?"

"You'd better not know that. The business world is much darker than you think. You just need to rest assured and be my Mrs. Louis."

I'm not very interested in the business world, so I don't ask any further.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Frances packs his things and says to me, "Let's go."

"Where are we going?"

Why does he finish his work so early today?

I'm surprised.

He has been so busy these past few days that he doesn't even have a normal life of a human.

"Our wedding is coming soon. We need to make good preparations."

Wedding?

I never think that Frances will hold a wedding.

I think that we just take some wedding photos for fun. When we get old, we can find old memories through the photos.

Actually, for me, the wedding isn't that important.

What I care about is the man I'm married to.

As long as we love each other, it doesn't matter to me whether there is a wedding or not.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.