A Lifetime With You

Chapter 3: He's concerned

The next day, I cleaned his house.

I wiped the furniture and removed the cobwebs. I swept the floor and waxed the floor. I'm done haha. At noon, I cooked adobo to feed him. I'm still philosophizing with him. I can see in his eyes that he's disgusted with me, but I don't care anymore.

I was about to rest on the sofa when I saw the door of his room open a little. I saw Mr. Nasty typing with one hand.

I was bored, maybe so he shouted. I opened the door and finally entered. "What happened?" I asked him. He worries me, eh? Oh my god! What I am thinking.

"No, I'm just having a hard time typing, so I screamed in anger." he said.

"Gosh, that's all. I don't know what, I'm disturbed sleeping."

"My problem is that you can speak that it seems like a small thing. You know, writing is my livelihood and where I am earning a profit. I have a deadline to meet." Based on his face, he seemed disgusted.

"Because your problem is easy. If you want, there is a way. If you don't want, there are many reasons. So, there is a solution there.

"And what's that? huh." He was really angry. I approached him and took a chair and sat next to him in front of the computer as well. "Eh, I'm going to type," I told him, smiling.

He gave me a critical look.

"You? Aren't you slow? "

"Eh, don't try me, Mr." I said full of determination.

He showed me the notebook containing the draft of his novel. He also showed the template to be used, the format needed, the font and font size, and other basic lay-out requirements.

"Okay, no problem." At the same time, when I sounded my finger I started typing while he was just watching me. I don't know, but I feel like he wants to get closer to me. I'll just ask him if I don't understand anything in his handwriting. I just kept doing what I was doing until he stopped me.

"Stop that, you should take a rest. The other word will be typed by you the next day. " He said, "Thank God you've also done two chapters."

"All right," He said, before glancing at the wall clock.

"By the way, I'm going to eat your dinner before I leave." I stretched before hiding and got informed before going to the kitchen.

After I cooked dinner for Ethan, I announced that I was going home.

I started my car and went home peacefully.

Having that, I couldn't sleep. When Ethan approached earlier as I was typing, I couldn't help but be nervous.

And the pulse of my heart quickened when I smelled its scent. It paid off in my nose, and it felt like a strange sensation in my body.

I can't really explain how I really feel about him.

Why am I acting like this? Even though I was on a mission, I was not nervous. seen before, he was just next to me as if I was being crushed.

I no longer know what time I fell asleep.

While Ethan is not very well, I will continue to fulfill our agreement.

Before, I cleaned her whole house, cooked for him, and did laundry.

In many words, I serve him. Huh Nanny.

I just don't have a maid uniform to be the maid I'm looking for.

Sometimes, when he falls asleep, I can't help but stare at his gentle face. I was about to accuse myself of stealing the look.

"LEIGH EASY"

"There are snakes on the trails, Leigh."

And every time we get close, I can't rebuke my heart for throbbing, so I just force myself to stay away from the man.

And now, two weeks have passed quickly since I first went to their house.

Before I rang at Ethan's house, I went shopping first. I was on my way to his house when my car stopped on the road.

I went down and looked at the machine.

The pain in my car started again.

I tried to fix the car's engine but I couldn't. I went back inside the car to get the cellphone.I will tell Mr. Nasty that he will catch me.

Apparently, I didn't bring my cellphone; maybe I left it at home.I went out again and tried to be a mechanic.

Why is it raining so heavily in the middle of the repairs? It suddenly poured out.

While I was repairing the car, it was as if I was taking a bath under a very powerful shower.

A few more hours and the car was also fixed. I went inside and tried to operate the car.

I also turned off the air conditioner because I was getting cold. It was as if I suddenly felt heavier and my muscles ached.

I hope everyone has muscles, Leigh. While driving, I felt like I was being pulled over and wanted to go to sleep.

I stopped the car when I was right in front of Mr. Nasty's house.

I rang the doorbell.

I thought it would be okay for us to swallow each other's pride, but instead of being happy, I felt sad.

It's really nasty.

"Why are you alone now? I'm already hungry," he said, and advised me.

I didn't say a word. I walked into the house.

"Get some clothes in my closet; maybe someone will fit you there."

I did what he said. I went to his bedroom and looked for a t-shirt that was better than mine. In just a few minutes, I was able to change my clothes. I was wearing a blue t-shirt and shorts with a waistband.

When I returned to the living room, he touched my forehead. "You have a fever, just go to bed." 'Said Mr. Nasty,' The sofa was crooked and pointed. I followed him again, still silent. He took a soft and thick blanket. It's a good thing that his arm is swollen. You don't have your bandage anymore, so he can use it a bit.

"There is only one doctor left. Don't force me." he said, worried.

As I lay in the living room, he hugged me. I was shivering and getting cold.

He left thinking that he was going to sleep or that he needed to finish something, but no, he was carrying a basin with water and a face towel.

He reached for the face towel there and squeezed it. I felt him put it on my forehead.When the face towel is hot, he folds it again and squeezes it to put it on my forehead again.Gradually, Ethan's face came closer to mine.

It's like I also want to stick my cheek on his face.

"LEIGH MARIE TOLENTINO!" I said to myself, warning tone.

Is this the effect of illness? embarrassing. Why do I seem to crave another Ethan?

I just felt like I was asleep, then it happened.

"It's a good thing that your fever has gone down. Why are you late? I wondered what happened to you because no one answered when I called you. It turned out that you just took a shower in the rain. 'There. "You're getting sick," he said, his face full of concern.

"You've said so much." I drank the pineapple juice that was in front of me. It was only then that I noticed that with the sandwich that was included, "I did not bathe in the rain. What are you?"

"That's a ham sandwich. Have a snack before we're just one of the interrogators."

My heart beat faster as I felt that his concern for me.