It's Love That Blinds Him
It’s Love That Blinds Him – Chapter 66

This time, Lucia obediently stayed in the hospital for three days and listened to everything the doctor said. During those three days, Malcolm only came to visit him once, when his anesthesia had just worn off. After that, only Kaleb remained with her, dutifully standing guard at the door. Bob stopped by from time to time to check on him and record his progress.

However, there was no news from Malcolm; it was as if he had just disappeared.

From time to time, Lucia looked impatiently at her phone, which had been turned on, but she did not receive a single call or text from Malcolm. Sometimes she had the irresistible urge to call him, but before dialing his number, she hung up the phone. She didn’t want to call him first.

She scratched her hair and m****d, trying to calm herself. Just then, she heard the tone of his incoming message. She checked the message quickly. It wasn’t from Malcolm, as she had hoped, but it still made her smile.

“Do you have time? I want to invite you to this private restaurant tonight.”

It was from Lowell.

Lucia thought he was joking earlier, so she was surprised to see that he kept his promise and invited her. But when she remembered her current state, she frowned. She quickly replied, “I’m a little busy. How about another day?”

“Sure. Let’s talk about it next time.”

Lucia sent him a smiling emoji before putting the phone aside. Today was the day she was supposed to be released from the hospital. As long as the doctor did a final exam and confirmed there was nothing wrong with her, she was good to go. However, Lucia found the doctor’s attitude strange. Whenever she asked him a question related to her condition, he would just vaguely respond that it was nothing serious and that she would be able to be released from the hospital soon. He also told her that she should just rest for a week at home and that it would not affect her life at all.

Despite his reassuring words, the strange feeling that had taken root in Lucia’s heart could not be erased. She suspected that the doctor and even Malcolm were hiding something they didn’t want her to know.

All sorts of wild guesses came to his mind. “Am I suffering from an incurable illness that they are reluctant to tell me about? » But Lucia quickly rejected the idea. The doctor didn’t look at her the way he would look at a dying patient, but there was still a trace of sympathy in his eyes.

“Why would he pity me? » Lucia was almost driven mad by the doctor’s ambiguous attitude.

“Sir. Evans, your wife is fine. She can be released from the hospital now,” the doctor respectfully reported to Malcolm, who had just entered the room.

Lucia raised her head and looked at Malcolm. As usual, he was dressed in a suit and had a poker face. After nodding to the doctor and ordering Bob to complete the discharge formalities, Malcolm walked over to Lucia. Lucia frowned a little at the man walking towards her. She didn’t know what to say.

“The doctor said it was only a minor injury and would not affect your daily life. Do you want to continue to stay at home alone? Or do you want me to replace someone to take care of you? take care of you?” Malcolm asked indifferently, stopping next to his bed.

“No need, I can take care of myself,” Lucia refused without hesitation, ignoring the coldness in his tone.

“So take good care of yourself. Don’t run until you’ve recovered. If you need anything, tell Bob and he’ll take care of it. Understood?” There was a hint of helplessness in Malcolm’s cold tone.

“Tell Bob?” What about you?” Lucia asked in confusion. Her intuition was telling her something was wrong.

“I have something to take care of. I don’t know if I’ll come home tonight,” Malcolm explained vaguely.

“I get it.” Seeing that he was reluctant to tell her, Lucia didn’t want to talk about it anymore.

Once Bob finished the formalities discharge, Lucia was allowed to leave the hospital. Oddly enough, when she got into the car, she was only accompanied by Bob and the driver. Malcolm didn’t even join her for the ride home . Suppressing the strange feeling, Lucia sat quietly in the car without saying anything. When the car arrived at the apartment, Bob got out first, opened the door for Lucia, and escorted her upstairs She just followed him without protesting.

“Mrs. Evans, please call me if you need anything. I’ll take care of it for you,” Bob said dutifully, handing a note with his phone number to Lucia a once they reached the apartment door.

“Good. If you have nothing else to say, you can leave now,” Lucia said clearly.

“Okay. Have a good rest,” Bob said before turning around and leaving.

The first thing Lucia did after returning home was to take a shower so she could wash away the unpleasant disinfectant smell from the hospital. After After putting on new clothes, she headed to the kitchen. In the fridge, she found some porridge and some other pre-prepared meals. This kind of food was highly recommended for a patient recovering from an injury.

More Early in the bathroom, she had carefully checked her wound. The doctors had only done minimally invasive surgery on her, so the wound was so thin it looked like a pinprick. At first glance, she certainly couldn’t notice the existence of the injury.

Perhaps because she had been brainwashed by the doctor’s words, or perhaps because of the indifference of everyone. world around her, Lucia gradually forgot the trace of unease in her heart.

It seemed like, as he had said at the hospital, Malcolm was a little too busy to come home these days. It had been three days since Lucia had been released from the hospital, but she hadn’t even seen him once since, and he hadn’t bothered to call her. The deafening silence sometimes made her wonder if Malcolm was just an illusion she had always imagined. It was as if there was no trace of him in the house.

Taking a deep breath, Lucia walked towards the office door. Even after living in this house for so long, she had never entered the office when Malcolm wasn’t home, because she wasn’t the type to invade anyone’s privacy.

But this time, after some hesitation, she grabbed the doorknob and turned it gently. To his surprise, the office was unlocked. She gently pushed the door and walked inside step by step.

Maybe she came here because she wanted comfort in the only trace of Malcolm in this house. A mocking smile appeared on his face. “When did I fall in love with him so deeply?” After our many quarrels? Or during our game of cat and mouse? Or is it just because of Malcolm’s indifferent attitude towards me?

She had fallen head over heels in love with him, but it seemed like she didn’t even have a place in his heart. At first she had vaguely felt that he loved her too, but these days it seemed that even that vague affection had receded.

“Is Malcolm sick of me?” » Thinking of this, Lucia laughed at herself.

She sank into the office chair. The wide back of the chair blocked the sunlight that streamed in through the windows and enveloped Lucia’s lonely figure. Then she got up and randomly flipped through the books on the shelf. The books, as well as the few magazines that were there, were all related to issues of finance and foreign trade. It seemed that these two subjects were the only ones that interested Malcolm. Getting bored after a while, she put the books back in their original place.

As she pushed one of the books back into the shelf, a folder cover with the word “Lucia” on the cover caught her eye. She bent down and picked it up, frowning. Her curiosity made her involuntarily open the lid. A few pieces of paper slipped out, briefly indicating his background and his past. “When did Malcolm investigate me?” » wondered Lucie. When she saw the date at the top of the document, she frowned.

If she remembered correctly, it was the day she went to the Evans Group building to display the plans for DZ Media. The information on the paper was nothing special, but there was a red mark on his date of birth. ‘Date of birth? For what?’ Lucia looked at the red mark in confusion.

“Since when did you get into the habit of going through other people’s things?” Malcolm’s indifferent voice came from the door.

Startled by the noise, Lucia jumped, dropping the file cover to the floor. The only paper she managed to grab was the one with her date of birth and the red mark. When Malcolm saw what she was holding, he didn’t say anything, but a hint of coldness crossed his eyes.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to. It just fell off the bookshelf and I saw my name on it, so I was curious…” Lucie explained. Since she had indeed touched his things without asking his permission, she immediately apologized.

“Curious?” Malcolm asked coldly.

“A little.” Lucia bit her l*p.

“Don’t be curious. Curiosity killed the cat. Wild cat, you are a smart girl. You should know that.” Malcolm’s tone returned to normal. It was indifferent, with a hint of helplessness.

Lucia leaned down and slipped all the papers into the cover of the file. As she was about to put it back in the library, she was stopped by Malcolm’s cold words.

“That’s not necessary. You can take it with you.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Malcolm turned and left the office, leaving Lucia looking in confusion at the document in his hand. She didn’t know whether to take it or put it back. Finally, she looked at the shredder on the nearby desk. She took out the papers one by one and put them through the shredder. She didn’t leave the office until all the paper had been shredded into small pieces.

Lucia thought Malcolm had left the apartment, but she saw him standing in front of the living room patio doors. Her first instinct was to head towards him, but after some thought, she turned and headed towards the bedroom. She fell back onto the bed, trying to clear her mind. The change in their relationship happened a little too suddenly, and it made her feel helpless.

‘What the hell is happening?’ Lucia scratched her hair in annoyance. She hated the feeling of being unable to grasp the point, and she also hated the feeling of being unable to replace an answer. In such a situation, she could only watch the truth slip further and further away from her. With a series of wild guesses running through her mind, Lucia felt like she was on the verge of depression. It is in this chaotic mental state that she dozes off. During her sleep, she kept grimacing, as if she were in a nightmare.

When Malcolm turned the doorknob and walked in, he saw Lucia sleeping with a wrinkled face, and his heart hurt. He wanted to reach out to touch her, but for some reason his hand stopped in mid-air. He removed his hand and put it back in his pocket.

“Wildcat, will history repeat itself in you? »

Thinking of this, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes. After taking one last look at Lucia, he left the room decisively. As he left, Lucia opened her eyes. In the past, Malcolm’s presence had given her stability and comfort, but now it was making her panic. She didn’t know when the change had happened. Under his gaze, she woke up easily.

These days, whenever Malcolm looked at her, his eyes seemed full of doubt and suspicion.

“What happened between us?” Lucia wondered again.

At this moment, the message prompt tone from the phone on the bedside table interrupted his thoughts. When Lucia picked up the phone and saw the message, her mood improved unexpectedly for the first time in the past few days.

“Are you free? If possible, I will reserve the restaurant for dinner tonight.”

The message came from Lowell. For the first time in a long time, a sincere smile appeared on Lucia’s face. She quickly sent a reply, asking for the time and location. Seconds later, Lowell messaged her to confirm their meeting. Lucia responded with a smile emoji. Just like that, she was no longer depressed. She quickly got up and freshened up.

After all, it was better for her to go out and have a big meal with her friend than to stay here alone and fill her head with all sorts of nonsense. Lucia suddenly felt rejuvenated. She no longer walked around lifeless and her vitality seemed to return to her body.