EuropeNovelChapter 187
Angela reluctantly purchased two stale peaches and three overripe bananas before making her way to the
hospital.
Trevor was already awake, lying in bed with an IV drip connected to him. His face was pale, and he appeared
weak, as though anyone could easily crush him.
As Angela stepped in with a bag of rotten fruits, Trevor's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Angela, you came? And
you even broughtgifts?"
Angela was at a loss for words. Had he hit his head? Could what she'd brought even be considered gifts?
"I bought them at the hospital entrance. If you want it, go ahead and eat it." She tossed the bag in front of him
and settled down on the distant couch.
She decided to wait just five more minutes before making her exit. She couldn't stand the thought of spending
another second with that bastard. He truly was her greatest nemesis.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Hey, nurse!" Trevor shouted at the door.
A nurse promptly approached with a warm smile and inquired, "How can | help you?"
"Could you please wash a peach for me?" Trevor requested softly.
"Sure." The nurse opened the bag and discovered just two sad, withered peaches, each no larger than a fist.
"Is this even edible?" She felt heartbroken. She wondered who would give such terrible food to a patient and if it
was harmful.
"Letreplace this for you. It's not fresh." The nurse smiled and prepared to discard the plastic bag.
Trevor declined instantly. "No. I'll only eat this. | don't want anything else."
The nurse was left with no option but to wash it. Yet, even after the wash, the peach still appeared utterly sad.
Trevor might have never seen such a sad fruit, but he didn't mind and picked it up to eat.
Angela stood up, grabbed the peach, and tossed it in the trash. "Don't eat it. Are you out of your mind?"
She felt inexplicably irritated. Surely, she didn't want him to eat rotten peaches and get diarrhea, only to pester
her later.
"Angela, you're so kind," Trevor said, gazing at her with admiration and a smile.
She was shocked and narrowed her eyes, staring at him suspiciously. "What exactly do you want? Have you been
possessed or something?"
He sighed helplessly. "Angela, you still don't believe I've changed. You weren't the target in that incident back
then. You should know that."
Angela fell silent. She did
understand. Trevor harbored a deep resentment for the Bamfords and Marcus. He'd wanted to get revenge
on his irresponsible biological father.
"So, there's actually no conflict of interest between us. At that moment, | felt utterly powerless, but | did my best
to make amends. | thought you would-"
"Enough. We just don't get along, so there's no need for us to be close," Angela said with an indifferent smile.
In the past, she would have shown mercy and sought to make peace with him. But now that she'd been hurt
once, she refused to allow it to happen again.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs soon as she left, Trevor's expression soured. He replayed his conversation with Angela and realized she still
didn't trust him. She had yet to lower her defenses.
She was incredibly challenging to handle. He had never been so patient with anyone else, yet she still failed to
recognize and appreciate his kindness. He couldn't help but feel frustrated.
"I heard Trevor went to DawnStar," Dexter remarked.
"What's he going to do at DawnStar? He's not planning on hurting Angela, is he?" jona frowned and glanced at
Angela, who was on the couch, calmly watching something on her tablet.
word
word
mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1
mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1
mmMwWLHI0RAO&1
mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1
mmMwWL1i10f1ifl0&1
mmMwWLIiI0fiflO&1
Visit our social media platform to read fascinating stories every day and connect with the community!
