Chapter 50 Heartwarming feeling

(Lena's POV)
"Hello? Lena, honey, are you listening to me?"
I came back to my senses, turned around violently, and started walking in the opposite direction.
"I'm listening, William, I'm sorry, what did you just say?"
William was silent for a moment, "You're not even listening."
I laughed softly, and I knew that William was not angry with me. Then I heard him continue, "I just said that in a little while, I will go to America to look for you."
"Why, do you have a job over here?"
"There are some very early things that need to be taken care of and I'm going to take care of them, and also because I'm not comfortable with you being there."
William has always looked at me as if I were a child as if something was bound to happen to me once I was out of his sight. Although I disagree with him on this idea, five years, I have long been used to it - of course, I still do not agree.
"That's fine. But I'm not that stupid, so don't worry about me."
"Really?" William sighed, "Then tell me, why did you get hurt and stay in the hospital for so long as soon as you got back?"
Faced with William's questioning, I had no way to explain too much.
As soon as I tried to put it off, William decided not to pursue me any further.
"Forget it, even if I ask you, you won't talk to me."
"You know me well."
"Lena, protect yourself over there and don't believe strangers, okay?"
My eyebrows raised and I was just about to retort to William when Raphael's face suddenly popped up in my head.
Is this a stranger?
As soon as William saw that I was silent, his tone became anxious again, "Why are you silent, Lena?"
I coughed softly and pretended that I was not feeling well: "I didn't hear what you just said, William, just don't worry, I'm sure I'll take care of myself."
"I don't believe that."
"I have some bad signal on my side, so I'll leave you alone for now oh." I deliberately took the phone away from a little and hung up the phone under William's protest. At this time, I once again turned around and walked back towards.
This time, we shouldn't see Rafael and the others again.
Of course, everything was naive on my part.
As I passed by a window, I suddenly felt something familiar about the person standing by the window. Then, I stepped back again and came to the window.
Raphael stood at the window, looking at me without any expression, "It seems that you have recovered almost."
I was just about to speak when Jamie suddenly reached out and peeled back the window sill, revealing a little head, and he looked at me with his round eyes, "Mommy."
The words came out of my mouth and I retracted them, then changed my tone and said, "I'm not your mother, Jamie, not to call people whatever you want."
Rafael looked at me, but, Jamie didn't seem to be able to understand me, he tilted his head, his expression looked confused and cute, "Mom?"
My brow furrowed, my eyes narrowed, and I was about to continue correcting him when he blinked at me.
Very well, since I can't change this little child, I'll start in another direction. I raised my head and looked at Raphael: "Mr. Raphael, can you educate your child?"
Raphael looked at me and smiled, I expected him to say something, but it turned out to be something I didn't expect, "I'm sorry, Miss Lena, that's all he'll say."
This time, Jamie was very cooperative and shouted again, "Mom."
I rolled my eyes and expressed helplessness at the behavior of their father and son.
"Are you going to stand out there all the time?"
I then realized that I was still outside the hospital. I should have gone back a long time ago, only to avoid their father and son, so I continued to stay outside, only, I still didn't avoid it.
I blushed and glanced at Raphael, only to find that his otherwise cold face had a little smile on it. And it was something that I couldn't take my eyes off.
However, I have lived in Paris for five years and have seen all kinds of handsome men and women, and Raphael can't attract me simply by his good looks.
Once again, I firmly established myself and walked into the hospital.
Jamie came running towards me, he was like a meatball all the time, bouncing around and looking very cute.
I resisted the urge to take him into my arms, after all, he was Raphael's son, plus I still had some physical injuries.
I watched Rafael walk slowly toward me, and then, holding out his hand, he gestured for me to pull up.
I gave him a look, "What does that mean?"
"Don't you have an injury on your leg? It must hurt going up the stairs, and while I know you probably don't want me to help you, your ward is on the fifth floor."
I looked at Rafael, probably struggling too much with his own, and he continued.
"If you feel any of it is inappropriate, just say the word and I'll put you down."
I compromised.
I could have climbed up myself, but the journey seemed very far and I felt my pain as I descended the stairs, and I was afraid that going upstairs would not be any better.
However, Raphael and I have a very awkward relationship.
The moment I took his hand, I had the urge to run away.
Only, Rafael didn't give me that chance.
He was very strong, but his movements were very gentle. He moved very dryly and took me directly into his arms before I could react to this.
I was so shocked that when I realized I had screamed out loud, I wanted to find a crack and go straight in.
Everyone passing by was looking at us, and I could already imagine how red my cheeks were. But Raphael remained unmoved, he looked very calm and his face was even a bit icy.
I squeezed my eyes shut, whether out of embarrassment or fear - I was worried that Rafael would drop me, although it was a little embarrassing to think so.
This time, Rafael walked up with me in his arms.
We went up the stairs and he was still strong enough to hold me steady. I didn't hold back and opened my eyes, and there in front of me was Rafael's side face.
Once again, I feel that if such a person goes on to be a model or an actor, he or she will gain a lot of fans.
Raphael suddenly lowered his head to look at me, and our eyes locked for a moment, which made me very flustered, and even a little woefully averted my own eyes.
At that moment, I admit that I was attracted by his eyes, such an eager gaze. My heart beat faster, and I even had an urge to rush up and kiss him.
The feeling quickly cooled down again, but my heart was still beating fast.
I felt Rafael hug me tighter: "If you want to look, you can just look, no need to be so careful."
I grunted and laughed.
When I heard Raphael say this, I was even more afraid to look at him.
"What was just messing with your head?"
I shook my head.
"Nothing."
Although I'm lying, I'm afraid it's not a very appropriate thing to evaluate the other person's looks directly in front of them.
"Lena, has anyone ever told you that you have nice eyes?"
Hearing Rafael's question to me, I couldn't help but turn my head to look at him, and after a moment of hesitation, I nodded: "There have been, many, but I don't think there's anything special about my eyes."
Raphael looked at me, then, he smiled at me and I heard him say in a soft tone, "They are beautiful, Lena, just like you, you are beautiful, you have the best eyes I have ever seen."
I often hear people complimenting my eyes or my looks. However, I have no way to tell if they really mean what they say or if they are just trying to get what they want from me.
Compliments are all too common for me. But I have received many fond compliments, mostly from my suitors, and William has said many things that make girls easily moved. But I've never felt anything like this before.
I looked at Rafael and it was as if I was the only one in his eyes - no, it was as if there was only one other in our world.
But this is unreal, we have only known each other for ten days, I have no memory of him, but it seems like I have been in love with him for many years.
I jerked my eyes to the side, just in time to see Jamie.
Jamie followed us, he gave me a look and we blinked at each other together. Then, I was completely calm.
Once we got up to the third floor, Jamie ran to push the door to my hospital room open.
Rafael did not react to what had just happened as if I was the only one who was obsessing.
It wasn't until after I sat on the bed that I put the heartburn I had just felt away for good.
Rafael walked at the end, closing the door gently behind him, and then, he saw the fruit laid out next to me.
I finally felt his expression change a little: "I sent you this much?"
I suddenly sneered, then nodded, "Yes, I feel like you're about to buy the whole fruit store."
Rafael looked over at me. His expression was a little stiff, but it made me feel much better when I knew he would be embarrassed too.
"But there are so many fruits that I surely can't finish them alone, and if I don't finish them, they will all surely go bad."
I looked at the pile of fruit and my brow furrowed.
This is indeed a very difficult thing to solve.
Rafael looked at me, and at this time, Jamie came over and he jumped on my knee to get a hug from me.
I looked at Jamie and did not agree to his request, but, at this time, an idea suddenly appeared in my mind.
I reached out and stroked Jamie's head, then looked up at Raphael: "I have an idea, Raphael, that could work well with these fruits."
Raphael looked to me, "What's the idea?"