"Michael Gallagher!"
Just as he was about to step out the door, Molly Walker nervously clutched the thin quilt and said in a panic, "I just fainted and didn't receive your call. I didn't intentionally stand you up."
"Hmm."
Michael didn't say anything else, just gave a faint "hmm" and left without looking back.
Molly lowered her eyes, feeling a tightness in her chest.
She didn't know how to explain, but she knew Michael must be very dissatisfied.
Harry Lambert was leaning against the wall, holding a cigarette in his hand. Seeing Michael coming out, he waved the cigarette and said, "Don't blame her. I turned off her cell phone."
"She just had a blood test, her body is weak, and I turned off the sound of her phone to let her rest."
Michael gave him a cold glance, with just one look, making Harry's brow furrow.
Was Michael really that jealous?
Harry wanted to say a few more words for Molly, but the look in Michael's eyes had left him speechless.
