Lola Hussey suddenly remembered the news on the TV, the financial report about Ethan Ainsley, the CEO of the Ainsley Group, being involved in a car accident.
The report only said it was suspected, not 100% certain it was him.
Seeing Ethan's current state, Lola felt it should be him.
"Hmm." He responded lightly. "A small car accident."
Lola looked around and didn't see anyone, so she said, "Shall I call a nurse for you?"
"No need." He refused with a frown.
Lola thought he looked nice but was difficult to get along with.
But the next thing Ethan said caught her off guard.
Ethan said, "You don't need to bother others, just help me."
After a moment of stupor, Lola's first reaction was to wave her hands and say, "I'm not a nurse, you know." She then pointed to her own head, "See, I have gauze wrapped around my head, I'm a patient too."
Ethan's dark eyes stared at her: "I'm sicker than you."
Lola: "..."
His stare seemed a bit fierce, and she dared not help him.
Lola awkwardly said, "I'm weak, and can't help myself, let alone you."
He reached out to her, "Come here."
Lola took a small step.
Ethan: "Come a little closer."
Lola reluctantly moved another step closer.
Before Lola could react, Ethan reached out, encircled her neck, and rested his face on her shoulder, whispering, "Let me lean on you for a while, then help me in."
Lola: "..."!!!
He was so tall, and she was only as tall as his shoulder.
Leaning on her shoulder like that, it was impossible for him to be comfortable.
"Aren't you uncomfortable leaning on me like this?" Lola asked him.
"No," he replied.
But Lola felt uncomfortable, and uneasily shrugged her shoulders slightly: "How about I help you inside? You'll be more comfortable lying down and resting."
As the words fell, she suddenly heard him ask in a low voice, "Have you really… lost your memory?"
Lola was stunned for some reason.
Then she thought carefully.
She hadn't... mentioned her amnesia in front of him, had she?
Had she?
She hadn't, right!
Did she say it or not?
Lola was confused and couldn't remember whether she mentioned it.
At this moment, Ethan slowly raised his head and looked at her.
Face to face, as he lifted his head, their eyes were extremely close.
In his eyes, Lola saw a very complex and difficult to understand expression.
For the first time, facing a boy at such a close distance, she was nearly drawn in by those eyes as if the haze had been brushed aside.
Her heart suddenly skipped a beat.
"You…"
"Help me in." He said.
Then he slowly straightened up but didn't let go of her, changing his grip to hold her wrist instead.
Lola stared at her wrist.
He said he was sicker, but still strong.
...
Ethan's VIP room was similar to hers.
Clean and tidy, spacious, having a sofa, coffee table, and large bed. Even the smell of disinfectant couldn't be detected.
Lola carefully helped Ethan to the bedside: "Take it slowly, sit down slowly, slower, slower ..."
"How much slower?"
He looked up at her, with deep black eyes.
Lola hesitated, then said: "Just stop, go slower; I'm afraid you'll hurt your wounds."
"Alright, I'll listen to you, slower."
He said this with a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, which disappeared quickly, making Lola almost think it was her imagination.
He laughed?
What was so funny?