Chapter 641 She Actually, Really Doesn't Like Him
Shirley said directly, "Matthew, can you leave? Can't you see that no one here welcomes you?"
Matthew ignored her, sitting on the sofa and looking at his laptop.
He was wearing a white shirt without a tie, the top button undone. His handsome and sharp face looked cold, with fierce eyebrows and lowered eyelashes that hid the icy chill in his eyes.
His long, attractive fingers tapped on the keyboard with utmost seriousness.
Shirley rolled her eyes and walked over to Mary, handing her a glass of water. "What a shameless guy."
Mary said, "You should go back. There are caregivers here to take care of me."
Shirley replied, "No, I want to stay here with you."
After a week, Mary was much better, but she still couldn't move around.
She still needed a long time to recuperate.
At that moment, the door to the ward opened, and Herman walked in.
"You look much better today than yesterday," Herman said as he walked in.
Mary's expression was indifferent. "Mr. Adams, do you need something?"
Herman nodded and pointed at Shirley. "I'm here to see her."
Shirley said, "There's nothing to talk about between us."
Herman raised an eyebrow and said, "Do I need to spell it out?"
Shirley paused, looked at Mary, and said, "Mary, I'll step out for a bit. I'll be right back."
Mary nodded. "Okay."
Herman said, "Take good care of yourself. If you need anything, just ask him."
He pointed at Matthew and then turned to leave.
Outside the ward, Shirley asked, "What do you want from me?"
Herman looked at her impatient face and grabbed her chin. "Can't I come to see you without a reason?"
Shirley pushed his hand away. "Herman, don't you have anything better to do? I've made myself clear before. I don't want to play a three-person game. Since you're destined to get engaged, don't mess with me. It's not fair to anyone."
Herman said, "Why can't I come to see you just because I'm getting engaged?"
Shirley replied, "Do you even need to ask? I don't want to be a mistress!"
Herman said, "But I'm not engaged yet, and I don't have a girlfriend, so you're not a mistress."
"You!" Shirley was speechless and finally said, "I don't want to get entangled with you."
"Why?" Herman looked at her, stubbornly wanting an answer.
Shirley said, "Why else? Because I don't like you!"
Hearing this, Herman was stunned. "What? What did you say?"
Shirley rolled her eyes. "If your ears aren't working, you're in a hospital. Go see a doctor and get them checked."
With that, she turned to leave.
Herman blocked her way, his face darkening. "You don't like me? Then why did you take a bullet for me?"
Shirley said, "That was just an accident. Who wants to take a bullet for you? I want to live a few more years!"
Herman tightly grabbed her, staring at her face as if trying to find evidence of a lie.
But there was none—she was telling the truth: she genuinely didn't like him.
Herman felt utterly defeated, a strong sense of frustration welling up inside him.
Shirley frowned. "You're hurting me. Let go!"
Herman looked at her hand and suddenly said, "It doesn't matter. I don't need your affection anyway."
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