Chapter 109 Being a Girlfriend
Hearing Ophelia's words, Finnegan's hand, which rested on her chest, paused. He opened his eyes, and his deep gaze fixed on her blushing earlobe, his eyebrows frowning.
He understood her concerns. Ophelia was leaving herself a way out. She did not feel secure enough.
After what felt like an eternity without a response from Finnegan, Ophelia was about to speak when she heard his low, husky voice by her ear.
"Okay, whatever you want." It was she had initiated this, the very answer she desired. Yet hearing him agree sparked an almost imperceptible sense of loss within her. Was he also unsure about their future together?
Ophelia closed her eyes, casting aside the clutter of thoughts in her mind. Since she had agreed, there was no turning back, and there was no need for hesitancy.
No matter what lay at the end of this path, she was ready to walk it with him.
"Good night," Finnegan said, pulling her closer and finding comfort in the scent of mint on her, which brought him peace of mind.
In no time, Ophelia heard the regular breathing of sleep. On their first night sharing a bed, they did nothing but sleep.
The next day. When Ophelia woke up, Finnegan was already up, with a family doctor attending to his wounds.
As Ophelia went downstairs, she arrived just in time to see the doctor removing the bandage. She caught a glimpse of the wound on his back, about three inches long, stitched up with dozens of sutures. The sight alone was shocking and breathtaking.
The injury was on his body, yet when the doctor changed his dressing, she felt the pain as if it were on her body.
Finnegan's expression remained unchanged, not even a crease in his brow, and his tone was light, "Ophelia, go have breakfast. I'll have the driver take you to the office."
A smile played in his eyes; he didn't want to scare her.
Tears warmed Ophelia's eyes, "I'll stay with you."
Refusing to leave, she sat down beside him, simply keeping him company while the doctor tended to his wound, carefully redressing it.
Each stitch on his wound seemed to tug at Ophelia's heart, and she asked, "Does it hurt a lot?"
After tending to the wound, Finnegan held her hand with a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, shaking his head, "It doesn't hurt. Come on, join me for a meal."
Finnegan's usual breakfast was quite simple, but today, because of Ophelia, he had asked his housekeeper to prepare a more elaborate spread.
As they settled down at the table, Finnegan peeled an egg for her and said, "Move to Orchid Garden, live with me."
Ophelia looked down, a flutter of panic stirring in her chest, "I'm quite busy with the company lately. Let me get through this busy period, Mr. Abbott, you..."
"Still calling me Mr. Abbott?" Finnegan frowned.
Ophelia was silent. Habits were hard to break.
She offered a smile, "I feel like I'm having breakfast with my boss."
"It seems that you don't realize your new status through last night," Finnegan said as he handed her a glass of milk, "Give me half a month."
At first, Ophelia did not grasp the implication in Finnegan's words, but when she did, her cheeks immediately flushed.
He was always so forward. She hadn't even started, but he was already hitting top speed.
Indeed, Ophelia had yet to embrace her role as Finnegan's girlfriend, and suddenly, she felt out of place, not fully immersed in the character.
But Finnegan seemed quite at ease, whether he was peeling the egg or passing the milk, he did it with the proficiency of someone who had been doing it for years, as if they were an old married couple.
Didn't he need any... adjustment period? Or was this how he treated all women in his past? How many ex-girlfriends did Finnegan have? Aside from Seraphina, were there others? The rumors said that anyone who made it to Finnegan's bed either got thrown out or blacklisted, but could there be any survivors?
After all, she had approached Finnegan using the same method, and now here she was, sitting with him at Orchid Garden for breakfast. As a proper girlfriend, it's best not to dwell on the past.
After breakfast, Ophelia had to head to the office. Finnegan suggested his driver take her, but she insisted on only being dropped off at the subway station. If she were to be chauffeured every day, especially by Finnegan's personal driver, what would people think if they found out?
Ophelia wanted to keep a low profile—the fewer people who knew about her life, the better. She believed if she ever got dumped, it wouldn't be as embarrassing if nobody knew about it. Yet, as she stepped out of her door, she bumped into Atticus Montgomery who had come to Orchid Garden to report on his work.
Atticus boasted an all-knowing smirk and greeted Ophelia cheerfully, "Good morning, Miss Sinclair."
He no longer addressed her so formally.
Ophelia's expression turned awkward, "Good morning, Mr. Atticus."
She then urged her driver to get moving.
As Ophelia's car was driving through the midlands, it passed by a luxury car. Inside was Niamh.
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