Chapter 1491 Men and Women Should Maintain a Certain Distance
"Alright, I won't hold back. Thanks for the awesome barbecue," Laura said with a grin.
"Hey," Derek chimed in, "Remember last time I helped you out? You promised me a meal. Now I'm the one treating you. How many meals do you owe me now?"
"Just keep track. I'm not exactly mobile right now. I'll pay you back once I'm better."
Laura used to feel a bit pressured, but now, maybe because she owed Derek so much, it didn't bother her as much.
She eagerly grabbed her fork to snag more barbecue, but Derek blocked her with his knife.
"What are you doing?" Laura's big eyes glared at him, filled with playful annoyance. "Blocking someone's food is worse than cutting off their livelihood."
"Laura, the doctor said you should move as little as possible. If you want something, I'll get it for you," Derek said, expertly placing a piece of beef on her plate. "Eat slowly, don't burn yourself."
From then on, Laura just had to focus on eating while Derek handled the grilling.
After she was full, she couldn't help but glance at Derek, who was eating beside her.
They were having barbecue, but his mouth was spotless, not a trace of grease. His lips, slightly reddened by the spice, made him look even more attractive.
Laura took a sip of milk and suddenly said, "Derek, you're such a good guy. A lot of girls must like you, right?"
"Yeah," Derek replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"So, what kind of girl do you like? I'm really curious about what your future wife will be like," Laura asked, genuinely curious.
Derek put down his fork and smiled. "Not only do a lot of women like me, but a lot of men do too."
Laura spat out her milk, quickly reaching for the napkins on the table.
But Derek was faster, grabbing a napkin and wiping her clothes.
She was wearing thick, fleece pajamas, but the milk she spat out landed right on her chest.
Because Derek was so quick, Laura didn't react until the milk on her chest was wiped clean, and Derek's napkin was wiping her hand.
Only then did Laura suddenly realize that the milk on her chest had just been wiped off by him, a guy.
What on earth was Derek doing?
In a moment of excitement, Laura pushed him away.
Derek looked up at her, puzzled. "What are you doing?"
"I..." Laura stammered, facing his clear eyes.
Maybe she was overthinking it. Derek might have just seen that the napkins were too far from her, and her chest injury made it inconvenient for her, so he took the initiative to help.
"I can wipe it myself." After a long pause, she stammered, "M-Men a-and women should keep a certain distance, you know?"
Derek was taken aback for a second. He glanced at her chest and then smirked. "Oh, so I was wiping your chest just now."
"Derek, shut up."
Laura's face turned beet red with a mix of anger and embarrassment as she glared at him.
Instead of shutting up, Derek tossed the napkin into the ashtray and shot back, "If you hadn't pointed it out, I wouldn't have noticed. After all, your chest is so small."
"Your chest is small! That's rude!" Laura snapped, fuming.
"Yeah, I am," Derek raised an eyebrow and said, "Sorry, it seems to me that they are A cup."
Laura couldn't take it anymore and blurted out, "You ignorant fool, my chest is a C cup."
"Is a C cup big? I don't know," Derek replied nonchalantly while tidying up the table.
"Stop pretending to be innocent," Laura shot back instinctively, "Nowadays, guys mature early. You haven't had sex with anyone yet, have you?"
Derek looked up, staring straight at her. "Is that strange?"
Laura fell silent.
Did she just stumble upon some shocking news?
But on second thought, it seemed normal. Back then, Michael was thirty and still hadn't had sex.
"It's not that strange," Laura mumbled, her brain struggling to keep up with her mouth, "Anyway, a C cup is pretty big."
Derek couldn't hold back his laughter anymore. He covered his forehead, laughing so hard his stomach hurt.
"What are you laughing at?" Laura felt humiliated by his laughter, her face flushing with anger. "I just wanted you to be more aware."
"I've only heard that big-chested people are dumb," Derek teased.
"Get lost." Laura was furious.
"Alright, I was just joking."
Derek tried to stifle his laughter. "It's just funny to see a woman bragging about her chest so earnestly."
"Derek, do I have no dignity?" If Laura could stand up, she would definitely kick him.
"Don't be mad, I won't tease you anymore." Derek saw her emotions fluctuating and worried it might affect her wound, so he walked over to her.
Laura kicked him twice on the leg.
Derek didn't get angry, but the gentle smile in his eyes deepened. "Now that you mention it, I did notice your chest felt different when I wiped the milk off."
The room fell into an awkward silence.
Laura's face turned bright red. "Derek, go to hell."
"Okay, I'll go to hell."
Derek smiled as he cleaned up the table.
Laura snorted and wheeled herself over to Maeve.
Her pajamas were still a bit damp.
She looked down, her face still red.
So embarrassing.
After cleaning up the table, Derek left some tasks to the kitchen staff.
He walked over to Maeve, standing beside Laura. "Still mad?"
"No." Laura denied it quickly, then lowered her head and weakly said, "But joking like that isn't very nice."
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