No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 520

But I couldn't keep hiding forever.

The more awkward the situation, the less I could afford to hide.

I let go, and Dustin also pulled back the duvet, looking at my face, "Heard you were caught in the flood. Scared me half to death."

He was explaining why he came. I managed a wry smile, “What, did I make the evening news?”

In this age of the internet, even the smallest events get blasted online. Today's flood was massive, and yet people were filming instead of helping.

“Yeah, looked like a drowned rat,” Dustin said, raising his hand.

I instinctively moved aside, but he didn't show any embarrassment, just gave a light chuckle, “I just wanted to fix your hair. You looked terrified.”

I didn't respond, and Dustin sat on the edge of the bed, “How are you feeling?”

“I'm fine, got checked out.”

“But you seem quite shaken up, even cried, huh?” My red-rimmed eyes didn't escape his notice.

Dustin knew I wasn't crying from fear, but his words eased the awkwardness.

I chuckled, "Dustin, your emotional intelligence has really skyrocketed lately, lying just to cheer me up."

He nodded, “Yeah, otherwise you'd keep avoiding me.”

His words left me at a loss, but Dustin just smiled, “Felicia, I know you've been avoiding me lately because I confessed my feelings for you, right?”

Since he brought it up, I didn't pretend otherwise, “Yeah, it's become awkward facing you.”

Conrad walked over, his gaze falling on the scrape on my forehead that Ernest had overlooked earlier.

When he cared, he'd fret over me losing a couple of strands of hair. Now I was hurt, and he could overlook it.

They say men are heartless, and it seems to ring true.

“Did you get your head checked?” Conrad asked me.

“Checked, nothing wrong,” I tugged at the duvet, feeling a bit cold.

“Cold? Running a fever?” Conrad reached out, his hand landing on my forehead.

This time it wasn't that I didn't refuse, but rather I forgot to, or perhaps didn't react in time, or maybe because for the past ten years, I was used to his touch.