Chapter 1253
Eugene didn't pressure Lydia to give him an answer right away. He simply gave her a guest room to rest.
At this point, Lydia wasn't sure where else she could go. She had turned off her phone and didn't want to see Quincy. She couldn't face going home, so she silently agreed to stay.
The next morning, after turning her phone back on, she found more than a dozen missed calls, all from Quincy.
"Miss Lydia?" came a knock at the door, followed by a voice she didn't recognize. "Are you awake?"
Lydia opened the door to find a middle-aged woman with a kind face, holding a bowl of chicken soup. The faint aroma made her stomach rumble.
Seeing Lydia's confused expression, the woman quickly explained, "I'm the housekeeper here, you can call me Mrs. Lucy. Mr. Ford told me not to disturb you, but it's almost noon, and I was worried you hadn't eaten yet. So, I brought some congee for you." She placed the bowl on the nearby table.
"Did Eugene ask you to do this?" Lydia asked.
"Sort of," Mrs. Lucy said with a gentle smile. "Mr. Ford seems really concerned about you. To be honest, I've worked for his family for years, and I've never seen him care so much about anyone."
Lydia's lips moved slightly, but she didn't know what to say. She was well aware of Eugene's feelings for her. In hindsight, she regretted getting into his car the night before.
She had been so shaken by the events, and the rain had clouded her judgment. If she had been thinking clearly, she wouldn't have followed him back here so impulsively. Feeling her head ache from overthinking, she sighed. "Just leave it there. I'll eat it later."
Mrs. Lucy noticed how pale Lydia looked and suddenly exclaimed, "Oh no! Miss Lydia, did you catch a cold from the rain last night? You're looking really pale!"
Before Lydia could respond, Mrs. Lucy was already rushing to inform Eugene.
"We need to tell Mr. Ford. He should come back right away," Mrs. Lucy said hurriedly.
Realizing that Eugene wasn't there because he had gone to the office earlier, Lydia quickly stopped her. "No, really, there's no need. It's just a cold, and I can handle it myself. I don't want to bother him."
The events of the previous night still weighed heavily on Lydia, and the last thing she wanted was to be further entangled with Eugene. The more she involved him, the harder it would be to pull away later
Mrs. Lucy initially disagreed, but Lydia was stubborn, so she reluctantly agreed not to call Eugene.
Unfortunately, by late morning, Lydia had developed a high fever. She lay in bed, drifting in and out of consciousness, while Mrs. Lucy stayed by her side, tending to her with cold compresses.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org
Suddenly, Lydia began muttering softly, her voice barely audible. "I didn't... Quincy, you have to believe me..."
Mrs. Lucy leaned in closer, trying to make sense of her words, but it was just a jumble of feverish ramblings "She must be delirious from the fever," Mrs. Lucy muttered to herself. "This is serious. I can't just leave her like this."
Despite her earlier promise, Mrs. Lucy decided to inform Eugene about Lydia's condition.
At the offices of Ford Corporation, Eugene was in the middle of a meeting. Dozens of employees sat attentively, while a large screen behind him displayed a detailed presentation.
The project leader on stage was delivering an impressive pitch, but Eugene, though appearing focused, was miles away in thought.