Chapter 218: Exposed
I wasn't sure what I was feeling—maybe I just didn't wanna see Brad caring for another girl. I didn't move into the room, just stood at the door.
Brad walked up to the bedside, looking at the still-unconscious girl. He ran his hand through his hair, a habit he had when he was upset, and his eyes were filled with worry and frustration.
Clearly, his mood was trash because of the girl lying there.
Seeing this, I started to feel uneasy again.
I might get it, but it was really hard to convince myself when facing it. I had told myself a million times that Brad wouldn't do anything to betray me. The reason he was so good to the girl was purely out of gratitude and duty. But seeing him show concern for another girl hit me hard. It wasn't exactly pain, but an indescribable feeling.
I was hesitating whether to go over and take a look when a group of people hurried in. Maybe they were in a rush, I got pushed out of the doorway.
Leading the group was a short middle-aged man.
Brad stepped forward to shake his hand. "Mr. Hudson."
"Mr. Pitt, how's Jenny? Is she out of danger?"
Brad was about to speak when a person claiming to be the patient's attending physician squeezed in with a medical record in his hand and invited Mr. Hudson to discuss in the office.
I looked at Brad, puzzled. Brad walked over to me, shrugged helplessly, and smiled. "This is Victor Hudson. This accident has caused quite a stir. Anyone involved in the search or rescue might get an award."
I thought of those college students who had reluctantly but persistently entered the valley. So that was how it was.
Everyone left the room, and Brad stood in the hallway, chatting quietly with them. They seemed to talk about the relocation and reconstruction of the school buried by the mud and the erosion control on the mountain.
There was nothing for me to do, and I couldn't join the conversation, so I just stood quietly not far from Brad, keeping him company.
Someone kept saying how lucky it was that the mudslide and landslide weren't severe. Otherwise, the entire valley would have been leveled, and no one would have survived.
Their words made me even more fearful.
About half an hour later, Victor returned, looking worse than when he arrived. His brows were furrowed, and he lit a cigarette, taking a couple of deep drags.
"Mr. Pitt, thanks for taking care of Jenny. Our people will take over from here. You should go rest. You don't look well either. Do you need to see a doctor?"
Brad smiled politely, though he couldn't hide his fatigue. "Alright, I'll go tidy up. I'll be back by tomorrow morning at the latest."
They escorted us to the elevator. Brad and I got in, and he pressed the button for the first floor, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed and holding my hand.
I was too nervous and anxious. "Brad, are you feeling unwell? You should get a full check-up."
Brad slowly shook his head, his lips dry, uttering, "Just need a break."
Brad was truly exhausted. He followed me back to the hotel and went directly to my room without even getting a new one. After taking a shower, he immediately fell asleep on my bed wrapped in a towel, not even drying his hair.
I covered Brad with a blanket, picked up his dirty clothes, and went to the bathroom. It took me over two hours to wash them clean. Then I ran to the hotel front desk to get them dried before coming back. Brad was still sleeping soundly in the same position.
I lay by the bed, staring at Brad. Not seeing him for nearly a month, he seemed even more handsome. Even though my fingers were almost ruined from washing his clothes, I could endure anything for someone as good as Brad.
The more I looked at him, the more I wanted to keep looking.
Eventually, after staring for a while, I got so tired that I fell asleep without realizing it.
Before ten, Brad woke up. His movement startled me awake.
He puzzled for a moment, but quickly smiled as he saw me lying beside him, a particularly happy smile. He touched my head with his big hand and kissed my lips before getting up.
However, we both forgot that he was naked and just wrapped in a towel. When he stood up, the towel fell, and his body was completely exposed in front of me. I screamed and pulled the blanket over my eyes.
Even though I did that quickly, I still saw Brad completely.
I saw everything!
He looked really good, but it wasn't the right time. I didn't dare to look casually. Besides, my heart was racing.
My face turned as red as a beet. I tried hard to forget the scene I had just seen, but Brad's strong body seemed to be rooted in my mind, becoming clearer and closer with each passing moment, so close that I could almost feel his warmth.
Brad probably didn't expect this either. Hearing my scream, he was suddenly aware that he was exposed and hurriedly grabbed another blanket to cover himself.
The air was filled with awkward silence.
After a while, Brad couldn't hold it in anymore and said, "Where are my clothes?"
"Your clothes were too dirty, so I washed and dried them. Do you want to wear them?" I said, my voice muffled under the blanket.
I regretted it as soon as I said it. What a stupid question. Of course, he needed to wear them. It was a whole night; I couldn't let him stay naked.
Brad took the blanket off my face. His handsome face, which always made my heart race, was less than a foot away.
He gave a mischievous smile, his eyes filled with light. "Why are you blushing? I'm the one who got exposed. How was it? Did you like what you saw?"
Who wanted to see that? He was teasing me again.
At that moment, I forgot about what happened in the morning. My mind was filled with him.
"Not everyone is as thick-skinned as you, you pervert." I angrily kicked at him, but he easily dodged and pinned me down, making me unable to move.
We were so close that I felt his body heat was burning me.
My face started to heat up again.
"Aren't you going to get my clothes? Haven't you seen enough?" Brad said in a hoarse voice, his big hand on the blanket, his raised eyebrows showing he was enjoying my embarrassment.
Threat.
This was a blatant threat!
I, being spineless, was successfully threatened. I got up and fetched his clothes, throwing them on the bed.
Brad sat up, picking up his underwear, and examined it. He looked at me and said, "You washed it so clean. Never knew you're so diligent. you'll make a great wife someday."
My face felt like it was on fire, and my teeth were chattering.
I should have left him alone, let him wear the dirty clothes and stink.
I had kindly washed them so he could be comfortable, and he used my efforts to tease me. God knows how conflicted I felt while washing his underwear.
We had lived together before, but it was just sleeping in separate rooms. It was more like co-renting than cohabitation.
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