PRISONER OF LOVE LOVE THE WIDOWER

THE SEASON 5 Part 31. Pretty Nurse 2's

"You've recovered, it seems, you can argue." He grimaces.

"You seen Kimberly? Is he coming today?"

"I'll call you later."

"Tommy hasn't been seen either, yesterday she said they found something but they haven't told me anything."

"I don't know if they're working on it, or if they're investigating it, the investigation process might not be that simple. I'll call you later. You weren't given your phone?"

"Yesterday Kimberly waited all night for me during the operation, she still had to go to the office I didn't want to interrupt her break. I saw a chase event on the news, whether the person in the news was related or not I don't know."

"And you better not think of chasing a criminal you can't do at all, get a proper rest and let a healthy one think of catching the criminal."

"You can argue the most and tell people to, too, you never get a warning letter from Thomas."

"No, my boss is nice to me. Eat don't ask much questions, my business with Thomas is definitely none of your business."

"If I were Thomas, I wouldn't have you."

"That's a big deal, get me my fries. You just eat soup. I pulled my fries out of his hand and I let him eat himself."

"You're the worst patient waiter ever." Now that I don't care about it, I sit on the couch and finish my own fries quickly.

"You have the heart of it being the only solid food here." Now he's caving. I grimaced.

"Tell me, ...Julie you're the best and prettiest. In earnest." I bid the price of my fries.

"Harden the sick."

"Come again."

"Julie you're good, Julie you're beautiful." He gave up on fries.

"Wear feelings. Insincerely. Repeat."

"You're the oppressor's sorcery." I didn't listen to his reply. He grimaced to see me laughing so much. I gave him back the fries.

"You are cruel." I bribed him again out of pity. Between the soup and the fries that he can take on his own. Why am I so weak-hearted to this man . He is not at all good.

"You shouldn't be here." He wants to kick me out again.

"Eat, don't bring it. Your medicine should be here any minute."

"I'm just a professional person, not the owner of the company. Sometimes my job is dangerous, you should know. Your family won't agree." I don't want to listen to him at all right now.

"I don't want the owner of the company, I already have my own company. Don't think of me as a kid you can ask for. I know the difference in accepting what it is. I was also almost bankrupt. I've been an agent for 5 years, you think I don't know the danger, I've been through my own hell and back safely, you don't have to lecture me like I'm a 20-year-old kid who doesn't know the world, I've been engaged to a subsidiary owner. You think I don't know what it's like to be in the value of a company stock. The subsidiary owner of the company dumped me because the value of my stock plummeted, you know I've been hounding for years because of that."

Now that I'm angry, he's still talking about it, as if I don't know my own choice, and I'm a 17-year-old who decided just because I thought love was beautiful flowers of a red heart.

After my long words I was silent. He was quiet too. The nurse broke our silence.

"Ohh Mr Allen has eaten?"

"He was starving, I brought him soup send chicken and bread. But he spent it without feeling nauseous. It seems that his digestion has returned to its function."

"Yes, thank you."

We are silent and do not continue the debate.

"You want to eat again. I'm afraid, this is pasta, you can eat pasta non dairy turns out." I marginalized my discussion with him, however I was looking after the sick.

He received the pasta that I evaporated without protest. I was talking about something else, trying to forget about our fight that happened earlier. He took his oral medicine that the nurse had delivered. It was clearly better than yesterday.

"Thank you for coming." He said things that need not be true gratitude. Why thank me for something that I don't need to mention.

"No need to say thank you." I don't want to see it when I say it. He grabbed my hand.

"I know I was wrong. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I might try to kick you out again. I just don't want you to regret being with me. There's a lot better out there than me." I looked at him in annoyance as he repeated the same sentence.

"Can you just shut up. I don't need all those words."

"I'm quiet."

Now I can't stand to hear it. I got away from her, sat on the couch and distanced myself from her. Picked up my own phone, while she saw me angry.

He made a pained voice as he wanted to grab his phone located on the table beside him.

"Why don't you call me." I rushed to get it for him.

"Thank you."

I can't afford to leave it anymore. He's sick, even though he's still happy to upset me, he didn't mean to do it on purpose.

"What do you need help with? Just tell me. You need some kind of record? Or call Henry, he's in the waiting room ahead. You don't work or move too much later you don't heal." I pulled the chair beside him.

"Yes, I just wanted to send a message to Tommy, not something dangerous. Don'worry. They haven't reported anything from yesterday I wonder what's up." He's typing a message on his phone. "Sorry to worry you." Now he's apologizing too much.

The doctor checked her condition shortly afterwards. I asked him if he could eat heavier. The doctor's answer he had to wait two more days. It turns out he still has to be tormented. He seems pretty upset about it. I'll report to Auntie about her still not being allowed to eat heavily.

"Obedience to the advice of the doctor do not argue. Don't try to get Henry to buy you food from the outside. It was only two days. I'll tell Henry." I read his mind.

"Why do you know..." I grimaced, she thought I didn't know her big brains.

"Fries only. I didn't ask for anything like fries." Now he confessed his mistake to me, bidding me for food like he asked for toys. "Miss nurse, say okay for fries, small portions only."

"Alright, only 2x, breakfast not included." He smiled at me broadly.

"You're the best." That day we did not fight anymore.

He fell asleep later, as perhaps the doctor put his afternoon rest through his medicine. I saw him sleeping.

Phone rings. Colin called. I feel guilty for him being here. He should know sooner or later. But not from the phone.

"Where are you? Nothing in London?"

"I'm in NY, the client asked me to come quickly. I just arrived yesterday, sorry I didn't tell you earlier. But I'll be back in two weeks."

"Oh well, I have to go to Madrid and Milan tomorrow. When will you come back to London, tell me." Colin trusts me, he's kind, very good, he can't spend his time on me who can't be completely in his heart. Someone more worthy will be there for him.