Chapter 1095
Why didn’t young people take better care of themselves?
“Also, since your right arm is injured and will be in a cast, you’d better have someone take care of you.”
Her gaze shifted to Rory, who stood beside Margo, tense with worry. Assuming they were a couple, the doctor said to him, “You should take care of your girlfriend. It won’t be easy for her to manage on her own.”
Startled, Margo swallowed and instinctively glanced at Rory, afraid he might be uncomfortable. She hurried to explain, “You misunderstood. He’s not—”
Rory opened his mouth to speak too, but the doctor cut them off with a wave of her hand. “I don’t need to know about your relationship. Edna, you came at the right time. Take her and put her arm in a cast. She’s suffered a class-two fracture. And help her with admission paperwork.”
Hearing that, Margo swallowed the rest of her words and looked at Rory cautiously.
A moment later, she was taken away with the nurse to have her wound treated and the cast applied. When they returned, Margo’s right arm—now encased in plaster—was supported against her chest.
Rory sat in a chair beside the bed, peeling fruit for her.
Margo leaned back against the headboard and watched him, embarrassment creeping over her features. “I’m so sorry, Rory. I’m sorry for troubling you.”
Rory turned to her in surprise. “Don’t mention it.” Then he gave her an apologetic smile and added, “If you hadn’t risked yourself to save me, I’d be the one lying in that bed right now. It’s my fault, so I should take care of you. Please don’t overthink it.”
Margo smiled warmly, but unease stirred in her chest whenever she thought about what the doctor had said. At last, she gathered her courage. “By the way… Rory, please don’t mind what the doctor said earlier…”
Rory pressed his lips together for a moment, then smiled. “It’s no big deal. I don’t mind at all. She just misunderstood. Aren’t we good friends? Don’t worry. I didn’t take it to heart.”
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Good friends. Just good friends.
The light in Margo’s eyes dimmed. She lowered her gaze, fingers twisting into the blanket. She had prepared herself to hear those words. After all, she knew about Rory’s feelings for Annabel, and she had planned to keep her own feelings buried for the rest of her life.
But his blunt certainty made something in her snap. It made her want to say it—finally say it. And perhaps this was the only moment she would ever find the courage.
“Rory.”
“Here you go.”
They spoke at the same time. Rory handed the peeled apple to her. After a brief silence, he smiled, his eyes softening as he looked at her.
“Ladies first,” he said gently. “What’s wrong?”
For no reason she could explain, Margo grew even more nervous under his gaze. His eyes felt endless, deep enough to drown in. She knew she shouldn’t say anything, but she also knew that if she didn’t confess now, she might never be able to.
In the end, impulse won over reason.