Chapter 757 Johnny: Found someone? Looks good!
The cigarette trembled slightly between his fingers.
He heard Lola's footsteps. Since she got back to work, she started wearing high heels again for formal events.
The sharp click echoed down the hallway, and in Johnny's heart.
The cigarette burned down to his fingertips, almost scorching him before he noticed. He quickly stubbed it out. He didn't leave right away but sat alone in his wheelchair, staring out the window.
But how far could he see from there?
Maybe half of what he used to.
Even so, he stubbornly stayed seated, unsure of what he was waiting for or what he was thinking... wondering what Lola was doing, thinking about whether she was having a good time with that well-dressed man.
His heart ached until he finally said to Felicity, who was nearby, "Let's go."
Felicity walked over to push his wheelchair.
Johnny's fingers tightened around the armrests, his voice rough, "I want to walk on my own."
Felicity bent slightly, her voice gentle, "Mr. Flores, you forgot what Dr. Murphy said. He told you not to walk for the next two weeks."
Johnny didn't respond, but his grip on the armrests tightened even more.
Felicity knew she couldn't argue with him, so she stepped forward and offered her arm for support. He gripped her arm tightly, causing her pain, showing just how much pain he was in as he stood up from the wheelchair.
After a moment, Johnny steadied himself, and Felicity softly said, "Let me help you to the car."
"No need!"
Felicity hesitated, then said, "The car's in the open lot, and it's raining outside."
Johnny stood straight, but his body was unusually stiff.
Felicity realized she had said the wrong thing.
Sure enough, after a moment, Johnny said in a suppressed voice, "You think I'll fall? You think I'm useless too?"
Felicity sighed inwardly.
She tried to comfort him, "How could that be! Dr. Murphy said that as long as you stick to your rehabilitation, you can recover like you used to."
Johnny interrupted her, "Recover to about seventy or eighty percent?"
His tone was somewhat sarcastic.
Felicity felt helpless. Johnny had been sarcastic a lot lately, ever since Lola came back. She wondered if the problem was with his leg or his heart.
She reluctantly let go but stayed close behind him.
"I don't need you watching me!" Johnny said as if he had eyes in the back of his head.
Felicity went back to get the wheelchair.
Johnny slowly made his way to the entrance of the business club. Outside, just like Felicity had said, it was raining steadily, the drops like fine needles, and the ground was already slick and shiny.
His car was parked not far away, just about thirty feet.
But the ground was slippery.
Felicity's worried voice came from behind, "Mr. Flores, let me help you."
Johnny refused, putting all his weight on his right leg. But no matter how hard he tried to appear normal, it just wasn’t the same.
There was a clear difference.
The rain kept falling as Johnny trudged stubbornly ahead, struggling with every step. Felicity followed closely behind, unable to hold back her tears. Her eyes felt hot as if all her emotions were about to spill over, but she had to hold back. After all, she was just a secretary, bound to follow Johnny's every command.
Finally, Johnny reached the car.
He leaned against the car door, panting, his left leg trembling with intense pain.
Saul had been daydreaming.
Felicity hurried over, not caring that the rain soaked her suit. She opened the car door for Johnny. Saul snapped to attention, quickly getting out to help, apologizing, "Mr. Flores, I'm sorry, I didn't see you."
Johnny was difficult but paid well, enough to support Saul's family.
He didn't want to lose this job.
Johnny didn't blame him. He struggled to get into the back seat, his expression calm, "It's fine, let's go."
Saul nodded and helped Felicity put the wheelchair in the car, then quietly asked her to put in a good word for him. Felicity whispered, "Just drive, Mr. Flores is in a bad mood today."
Saul nodded and got in the car.
Felicity also got in.
Just as the car was about to leave, Lola and the man she had been with came out. Lola's car had broken down on the way, and Dwight Gutierrez, a familiar face in the legal world, had been discussing a partnership with her. He wanted to invest in Wise Counsel Law Firm, but he was also single and interested in Lola, using work as an excuse to get close to her.
Seizing the opportunity, Dwight naturally offered, "Let me give you a ride, Ms. Hawkins. It's hard to get a cab in this rain."
Lola hadn't seen Johnny.
She looked at the rain, then thought of Stella at home, and smiled, "Thank you, Mr. Gutierrez."
Dwight was pleased but maintained his composure, smiling slightly as he opened the passenger door for Lola.
As Lola was about to get in, she caught sight of Johnny out of the corner of her eye.
The car window was partially down, rainwater streaking the glass like a lover's tears in the rainy season, blurring Johnny's face.
He was quietly watching her.
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