"Do you still have any of the ointment left? The ointment that you took from Jerry?" Duke cut right to the chase and didn't even bother to say hello.
"Why do you ask? Did someone get hurt?" Edward asked. He was lying comfortably on the bed in the rest room, and was understandably curious. He got up very early this morning, so he was very tired and needed a nap right now.
"Yeah! Belinda was hurt by a drunk the other day. Just tell me, do you have any left or not?" Duke couldn't help but roll his eyes at Edward's questions. Couldn't he just give him the answer?
Yes. There's still some ointment left here. You can come by this afternoon and pick it up if you get the time." Edward massaged the skin between his eyebrows, and he was quite curious exactly how Belinda had been hurt by a drunk. In fact, he was not the only one who was curious. Tom raised his head and glanced at Duke after hearing what he said, because Duke didn't tell him how the hell Belinda got hurt. Now that he had more info, and thought of the wounds all over Belinda's body, he was getting a clearer picture of what was going on.
"Can't I come over now?" Duke's brows furrowed. He was quite surprised that Edward would tell him to wait til this afternoon. He wondered what Edward was busy doing now. Was he with some other woman?
"Sorry. Not now, I'm really tired. I need to rest for a bit," Edward said, then closed his eyes. Last night's love-making had used a lot of his energy, and he didn't get to sleep until very late. Then he got up early this morning, so he was definitely going to take a solid nap and restore his energy.
"What? Are you messing with me? You never take a nap! Did you do something bad last night?" Duke mumbled, feeling a bit annoyed. But he couldn't do anything to Edward. After all, he was Edward.
"What do you think? You're married too. Do you need me to tell you the details?" Edward smirked and raised his eyebrow. His smile, as usual, was elegant and enticing. Fortunately, there was only him in the room, or he would definitely draw people's eyes to him this time.
"Are you kidding me? Since when are you this weak?" The corner of Duke's mouth twitched. This was the difference between him and Edward. It seemed that only Edward could share his love life without a care.
"Where did you get the idea that I'm weak? Don't you know that I have excellent stamina?" He wondered what Daisy would think if she heard Edward's playful words. It was a pity that she was currently in field training. He guessed that maybe Daisy wouldn't even say a word, but she would probably beat Edward to death.
"Then why do you want to take a nap at noon?" Even Duke blushed now, cool as he was. Edward was shameless.
"I just slept for three hours last night. If you were me, wouldn't you be sleepy too? Okay, I'll hang up now. Don't bother me before I wake up. Bye." Edward hung up on Duke without waiting for a response. He threw his phone to the side of the bed and started to nap.
Duke heard the click after Edward hung up on him, then helplessly sighed and pocketed his phone. It seemed that he still had to wait till this afternoon. Because Edward never changed his mind. If he said that now was not okay, then it was not okay for certain.
"Tell me, what did the boss say? Is there any ointment left in his home?" Tom asked this as soon as Duke hung up the call. He needed to know for inventory purposes. Because whether Edward still had that ointment or not would affect his list of meds.
"Yeah! He said there was still some left. But I have to wait till this afternoon to go and pick it up. Right now, he needs some sleep." Duke let out a sigh of relief. No matter what, at least this problem was solved. All he had to do was wait till this afternoon and get the ointment from Edward. So he was quite a bit more relaxed than before.
"Are you kidding me right now? He said he needed a nap? Since when did he start to take a nap at noon? He's always so energetic and doesn't seem to be the type who needs a nap. What is he? Five years old?" Tom crumpled the prescription he composed just now into a ball and threw it in the trash can, then started writing a new one.
Why are you asking me? How would I know? If you are really that curious, just go and ask him yourself!" Duke just coolly glanced at him. Of course, he wouldn't tell Tom the exact words Edward said on the phone. He was not that crazy after all.
"Huh! Then don't tell me! I don't care anyway. Here! This is a new prescription. Just take it to the pharmacy. The staff there will help you." All problems were solved now, and he was ready to eat his lunch. He was starving to death.
"Tom, thank you very much. We're going now. Have a nice lunch!" Belinda took the slip from Tom's hand. She had no idea of the ointment they were talking about just now, but she didn't want to ask. So she just thanked Tom and told him that they were leaving.
"You're welcome. To be honest, I'm starving to death. So I won't hold you two here." Tom ran a hand through his hair a bit apologetically. After finishing his lunch, he had to get back to his job again and work on Hero's case. So he really didn't have time to waste. He had to make sure the plan was perfect today because they would need it tomorrow.
"Okay, okay! We get it. We are going now. Just have a good lunch, alright?" Duke stressed the word 'good', and a meaningful smile appeared again on his face at the same time. Tom felt a chill run down his spine.
"Okay. Just go! Take care." Tom waved at Duke, then stood up and walked to the sink to wash his hands before lunch. Though he still felt uneasy about Duke's weird smile, he couldn't care anymore, he was literally starving. That was the reason why he started cursing when his mouth was full of hot mustard. He drank half bottle of water and still couldn't get that taste out of his mouth.
Fortunately, not every dish had mustard in it, or he would surely starve to death. It seemed that Duke was not that vicious after all! No wonder Duke couldn't control his smile today. He was trying to prank him! That was the reason why Duke insisted that he eat his lunch after checking up on Belinda. This was his purpose. And he couldn't believe that he had fallen for his lie! He had sensed that something was not right, but still he walked into it. If he guessed right, Duke was somewhere laughing at him now for sure.