Ellinor leaned casually against the wall of the blood draw room, "I've always been in good health and I know my physical condition. I won't have a big problem donating some blood. I'll just fix it later, thanks for the concern, Mr. Howard."
Her face, however, was a tad pale.
Balfour frowned, a hint of sarcasm tugged at the corner of his mouth, "Ms. Mendoza, you really don't care much about your health."
There was an irony in the words 'not caring much about your health' coming out of his mouth.
Ellinor didn't care about Balfour's sarcasm, she said earnestly, "Mr. Howard, about the surgery, can I do it some other time while I'm no weakling? I just had blood drawn, probably not the best time for a surgery."
Balfour looked at her, puzzled, "Ms. Mendoza, You're not gonna get what you want and then you're gonna go back?"
Ellinor shrugged, flashed a smile, "If you insist on the surgery now, I can try to roll with it, let's go."
Seeing her pale face, Balfour felt a strange mix of emotions, pity, reluctance, and a bit of heartache...
Why was he getting these feelings for a girl he didn't even like?
Balfour felt a little irked, he was silent for a moment, then waved it off, "Alright, let's do it another day! You've got a point, Ms. Mendoza, you're not feeling well today. I'd bear some responsibility if anything goes wrong during the surgery! Let's reschedule so I don't end up in trouble."
Ellinor forced a smile, "Thanks for understanding, Mr. Howard!"
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