Chapter 135 Sebastian, You Are Really Annoying!
"Sebastian, you're really annoying." She mumbled coquettishly, probably because she was dreaming.
Brooklyn's voice was soft and warm, completely different from usual, tender and cozy.
Sebastian looked down at her. Her face was serene in her sleep, but her words were infuriating! He had finally heard her call his name, only to say she found him annoying.
A hint of joy formed and then vanished as he placed her on the bed. Just as he was about to let go, she grabbed his hand. "Sebastian, you're so annoying. Why do I even like you? Sebastian, I've actually known you for a long time."
After saying that, she let go of his hand, turned over, and continued sleeping.
Sebastian patiently waited for her to continue speaking, but Brooklyn had already fallen asleep, her lips pursed in a somewhat childlike manner.
He propped himself up on the edge of the bed, watching her sleep. He lowered his upper body, his lips almost touching hers. "Brooklyn, I also want to ask myself, after what you did to me, what is it that I like about you?"
He turned off the light and left.
But he didn't want to return to the bedroom on the second floor.
He went straight to the study; tonight, his emotions were very complicated.
The next day, Brooklyn woke up to find herself lying in bed. She scratched her head, wondering how she got there, 'Did I sleepwalk? Did the servants carry me down?'
Isabella came over with a smile to help her wash up. "Mrs. Kingsley, you fell asleep in the study last night. Mr. Kingsley carried you down. He was very careful when he carried you."
Brooklyn inquired, "Was it really him?"
Isabella nodded. "Yes. He even told me to be gentle so as not to wake you."
Suddenly, her heart felt warm. If it were Sebastian, she would be very happy.
Meanwhile, Megan woke up to find Sebastian not beside her. The pillow next to her was still as it was yesterday. "He didn't sleep here last night? Was he called away by Brooklyn?"
That bitch, Brooklyn!
After breakfast, Sebastian was about to go to work. Megan quickly walked past Brooklyn to his side, sweetly and gently saying, "Sebastian, be careful on the road. The baby and I will be waiting for you to come back."
"Okay." He responded lightly but not coldly.
Brooklyn changed her shoes, and as she lowered her head, tears almost welled up. She stood up, still expressionless, watching them show off their affection.
Megan went to the living room, where the servants served her fruit. Brooklyn grabbed her bag and followed.
Sebastian turned back to look at her. "I'm going to work. Why are you following me?"
Brooklyn smiled. "I need a ride. I can't drive with my hand like this. Just have Owen drop me off at the corner, and I'll take a cab to the hospital."
Sebastian's eyebrows furrowed slightly. "You're going to work? In your condition?"
"I'm not going to work. I need to finish my thesis. I've written the first draft, but it needs revisions and review."
She couldn't tell Sebastian that the person reviewing her thesis was Zach.
He didn't say anything more, letting her follow him into the car.
Owen turned back with a slight smile and asked, "Boss, where to?"
"To the hospital first."
"Yes!"
Brooklyn added, "There's no need. Just drop me off at the corner. The hospital and the company are in different directions."
She didn't want to trouble him too much or waste his time. The richest man's time was very precious, and he worked too hard.
Sebastian said, "Sit tight and stop talking."
The atmosphere in the car was a bit strange.
Sebastian sat beside her without any obvious emotion. Brooklyn tightened the strap of her bag. "Thank you for last night."
Sebastian inquired, "What thesis?"
They were practically talking past each other.
Brooklyn looked at him. His profile against the light was very handsome. "It's for my professional title evaluation. It's on a USB drive; otherwise, I could show it to you."
"Why didn't you print it out?"
His tone was still as calm as ever as if they were just an ordinary couple. This unrealistic assumption filled Brooklyn with anticipation, yet she knew it was just a fantasy.
"I tried, but your printer is too advanced. I couldn't get it to work." She shrugged, not needing to go into detail about how she fiddled with it for a long time without success.
At the hospital, Brooklyn first went to the cardiology department. Sienna and Ellie saw her return and rushed over. "Our hero, you finally showed up! You're a hospital celebrity now! You got injured saving someone, and there was even a helicopter."
"Dr. Klein..."
Sienna's reminder stopped her.
She vaguely felt something was up.
Brooklyn turned around and saw a pot of Aspidistra on the table.
"This? Who sent it?"
"No idea, it just appeared suddenly. Maybe it's from your secret admirer."
Aspidistra?
Could it be Zach?
Brooklyn went to find Zach to review her thesis, and he happened to be there.
"Mr. Carter, I'm here to have you look at my first draft. There are a few places that probably need your immediate revision."
Seeing Brooklyn, Zach smiled gracefully. "Getting straight to the point as soon as you walk in, that's very much your style."
Brooklyn smiled. "It's good to be serious about academics and work."
Zach took the USB drive, printed it out directly, and then carefully reviewed it. After reading it through, he picked up a pen. Being a surgeon with well-defined knuckles, his hands were immaculate and elegantly long. Then, he said, "Here, the example isn't strong enough. You could use the incident that happened in the U.S. last month. Here..."
He guided her through the entire document, clarifying many items to make her thought process clearer.
She felt enlightened. "Yes, that's it. I couldn't figure it out before. You're truly an expert, Mr. Carter."
Zach organized the thesis and handed it back to her. "I'll make these revisions and email it to you. Since your hand is injured, don't type."
She felt a pang in her heart and instinctively wanted to keep his distance. "Thank you for the trouble," she said.
Zach inquired, "What's wrong? You look so down. Did something happen? Is he giving you a hard time?"
Brooklyn denied it flatly, "No, it's just that as a workaholic, I feel uncomfortable not working for a long time."
"Don't hide things from me. I've told you, you can tell me anything. What's going on?"
His gentle persuasion made her emotional defenses crumble. "A guest arrived at home, someone with a special status. The situation is a bit awkward."
Zach frowned. "Megan?"
Indeed, he had seen right through Brooklyn again.
Brooklyn smiled self-deprecatingly. "Isn't it ironic? I think so, too."
Zach felt sorry for her stubbornness. Why did she act this way in front of him?
"What do you want to do? Do you want to drive her away? Or do you want to leave yourself?"
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