Chapter 215 Claiming Expenses
Luann was perplexed.
Holly showed no intention of clarifying.
Visiting Luann wasn't about seeking credit; it was about embracing her fate, not to brag about it.
For years, Luann had shouldered so much just so Holly could have a stable life with the Robinsons.
Her only wish was to witness Luann’s happiness and to help shoulder the burden, even if being with Eddy was the last thing she desired.
She was genuinely thrilled to do something for Luann Weaver.
"It's no big deal. Just saying, I'm not single anymore."
Luann Weaver sensed something was off.
"Don't you think you and Eddy are moving a bit too quickly?”
“Maybe you should take some time to think it over?"
"That Eddy is quite the ladies' man, always surrounded by women."
"I'm just worried you'll end up getting hurt with him."
Holly Weiss brushed off the concern with utter indifference.
"The best relationships are the ones where everyone does their own thing."
"Besides, I've got plenty of handsome guys around me, too."
"Do you really think being with me means he can tie me down?"
Luann Weaver looked at her, speechless.
"You sound a bit reluctant. Is he pressuring you?"
Holly Weiss's heart skipped a beat.
She hadn’t expected her casual remarks to raise Luann Weaver's suspicions.
"No, what I mean is, if he dares to look at other women, then I'll find other men. Let's see who plays the game better!"
Luann Weaver patted her head.
"If you've chosen him, give it a real shot and see how it goes."
"But right now, what you should really do is go home and rest."
Holly Weiss flatly refused. "No, I want to shop. I need to buy things! Come on, Luann Weaver, let's skip work and go together!"
Though she was smiling, Luann Weaver could sense her sadness.
Unaware of the exactly nature of what had happened between Holly Weiss and Eddy, Luann agreed.
She asked Myron Curtis to call in sick for her, then joined Holly Weiss in a shopping spree.
With Holly in a foul mood, she bought whatever caught her eye.
Luann followed, swiping her credit card and jotting down addresses.
By the end of it, the card she had used just yesterday to cover Adolph's expenses was maxed out once again.
"It's okay, Luann, I'll pay you back."
Luann replied helplessly, "Don't worry about it. We've grown up together, sharing everything, even money."
"I insist on paying you back," said Holly, her tone firm.
"Let's not talk about that now. You're looking pale. Let's sit down for a bit."
Luann helped Holly to a sofa.
"I want ice cream, Luann."
"You're feverish; you shouldn't eat ice cream."
"Then I'll have a coffee instead."
Luann sighed. "Alright, I'll go get it. Just wait here for me."
"Okay."
By the time Luann returned, Holly was already fast asleep on the table, her face flushed, her skin burning to the touch.
The buzz of a phone on the table broke the silence—it was Eddy calling. But Holly was deep in slumber and did not hear it. Luann picked up the phone.
"Baby, where are you? I'm downstairs at your place. Come on down and let me in."
Eddy, knowing Holly liked to sleep in, had timed his arrival around eleven so they could have lunch together.
"It's me, Luann."
There was a moment of silence on the other end.
"Holly's got a fever and passed out. Can you come over and help me get her home?"
"Send me the address."
Fifteen minutes later, Eddy arrived in a rush, carrying a light jacket, worry etched across his face.
"What happened?"
Luann shrugged gently, "I'm not sure. She was all over the place today, mumbling a lot of nonsensical stuff. From what I gathered, you two are together now, right?"
She paused, then added, "Is it true?"
Eddy hummed in affirmation, "Of course it's true."
Luann fell silent for a moment, then patted his shoulder, "Then please, take good care of her."
"Don't let her be heartbroken."
Eddy nodded, "I know."
"I'll take her home now."
"Okay."
Eddy wrapped the light jacket around Holly, lifted her horizontally, and hurried down the stairs to place her in the car.
Upon reaching Holly's home, Eddy called their family doctor, who promptly came and examined her.
"It's a bit of a fever, combined with lack of rest, that made her pass out," the doctor reassured. "Some medication and a good sleep should have her awake by evening."
Eddy exhaled with relief, "Okay, thank you."
The doorbell rang. Eddy trotted downstairs to find a food delivery person at the door. He accepted the food order and returned upstairs, only to be interrupted by another chime—a courier this time. Eddy repeated the process.
But as he ascended once more, the bell rang yet again. With a resigned sigh, Eddy scribbled a note: "Not home. Please leave packages at the door." He slapped it on the door and relishsed the ensuing quiet.
Sitting beside Holly's bed, Eddy poured a glass of warm water and gently touched her cheek.
"Is it because we're together now that you're upset, and that's why you're sick?" he whispered.
Holly murmured something in her sleep, her brows furrowed as if caught in a nightmare. Eddy leaned closer to catch her faint whispering.
"Luann Weaver, get out of there; Eddy is bad news; he's going to bully you."
Eddy was speechless.
"Is that really what you think of me?"
Holly Weiss couldn’t hear him; she was still trapped in her nightmare.
It wasn't until the sunset slanted through the window, casting a soft glow into the room, that Holly Weiss finally blinked her sore eyes open.
"Where am I?"
Eddy looked away from his video game at the sound of her stirring. "Awake now?" he asked, turning to her.
"Why are you here?" Holly was suddenly alert, trying to sit up. "What are you doing here?"
"As your boyfriend, of course, I should be right here taking care of you," Eddy said, helping her sit up and offering a gentle smile. "You passed out, so I brought you back."
"Taking advantage while I'm down," Holly muttered, lips curling.
Eddy's expression was all innocence.
"You've got me wrong there. I didn't do anything," he defended.
"If I knew you'd say that, maybe I should have taken advantage," he teased.
Holly huffed lightly.
She was much calmer now than she had been the night before.
Being together was no big deal; it wasn't like they couldn't break up.
Once Eddy lost interest in her, he'd dump her just like that.
So, Holly Weaver decided to sully her image a bit. Wealthy guys don’t like women who care too much about money, right?
"Hand me my purse."
She directed him without a second thought.
Eddy passed it to her, and Holly reached in, pulling out a handful of receipts.
"Since we're dating, I won't stand on ceremony,"
"Could you reimburse your girlfriend's expenses for today? Thanks."
