I am a little annoyed after feeding a few pieces.
Frances eats slowly. He eats a few pieces of apples for nearly half an hour. I don’t have time to be wasted on this.
"You can enjoy the rest by yourself. I'm leaving." I stand up while curling my lips.
"But you haven’t fed me yet, how can you leave?" I hear him joking behind me.
Fed?
Why does it sound like he is implying something else?
Sometimes I can’t help but wonder if Frances talk frivolously, or I have read too much in his words.
The phone vibrates in my hand. I look down. It is a text message from Noah.
I don’t dare to click on the message because Frances is here.
So I am only able to see the first few words.
Honey, tomorrow morning I am going to...
For fear that Frances may grab my phone again, I quickly put it in my pocket.
"You can spend the night here. My hand is injured. If I need someone to take care of me, you will be around." Frances says.
"Why would you need someone to take care of you? You only injured your hand." I speak up without thinking too much.
"You'll find out soon." He smiles at me and walks to the bed leisurely to lie down.
Maybe it is because I fear what Frances may do to Noah. But it is more likely that I am reluctant to leave him.
I stay.
Lying next to Frances, I can hear his breathing gradually calming down.
I turn my head to look at him. There is a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
Who does he dream about to smile so sweetly? No matter who it is, it wouldn’t be me, right?
I smile wryly and close my eyes.
In a daze, it sounds like Frances gets up. But I am so sleepy that I don’t open my eyes.
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