Chapter 513 No Wonder He's a Virgin
The noise was unbearable. Abigail covered her ears and shot a glare at Austin, yelling, "Why are you so loud? I'm still recovering, remember? The doctor said I need to be treated gently because of my brain issues!"
She rolled her eyes.
She thought, 'If you weren't chasing after Zachary's girl, would I really be bothering you?'
Abigail glanced at the cluttered table full of half-finished projects and scratched her head in frustration. She had so much going on; where would she find the time to deal with Austin?
Even though she was annoyed, she needed Zachary's help to get her company back. She couldn't afford to upset Austin either. If he kicked her out, those jerks would find her immediately. She'd rather throw away what they wanted than give it to them.
Austin looked pretty intimidating right now. Abigail felt a bit guilty under his stare. She said, "I'm just asking, why are you so harsh?"
Austin frowned, looking at Abigail, who was slightly leaning forward. He said, "Stand up straight, at attention, and speak properly."
The memory of military training in school—running and crying—suddenly hit Abigail. She instinctively straightened up, her hands hanging down by her sides and her chin slightly raised. If Austin hadn't told her to "speak properly," she might have started counting off.
Austin sighed and got back to the main reason he came to see Abigail today. "What's going on with you? Maybe I can help you sort it out."
Abigail blinked, and her eyes reddened almost instantly—faster than Austin could fire his gun during training. "Austin, I ran away from home. I have a younger brother who's just the right age to get married this year. My parents favor boys and want to sell me to the old cripple at the end of the village..."
As she spoke, she wiped her eyes pitifully. "I barely managed to escape, climbing out of a second-floor window and breaking my leg. In our place, after marriage, women stay home while men work outside. Women can only stay at home doing chores and having children. And I had a sister who was forced to death like this. If you kick me out, I'll really have no way to survive."
Austin looked at her with a piercing gaze that seemed to say more than words could express. "You had a sister? Your brother is just the right age to get married, so how old was your sister when she got engaged?"
Abigail replied, "She didn't get married, just got engaged. The guy was a domestic abuser. No one in the village would marry him. He used to buy wives from outside, but they all got beaten to death. My sister refused and drowned herself in the river."
Austin said, "Your story is quite convincing."
"I'm not making it up," Abigail cried pitifully. "Austin, you grew up in a happy family. You bought such a big house in Dreamopolis at a young age. Your family must be well-off, and you've only seen the brighter side of society. How could you possibly understand the darker realities hidden in its shadows?"
She continued, "I won't stay long. Once my brother gets married and my parents stop bothering me, I'll move out immediately. I can do laundry, cook, and clean. I promise to keep the house spotless. Just consider it renting to me."
Austin pressed his lips together and, after a while, said, "Abigail, didn't you lose your memory?"
Abigail fell silent.She got so excited, she totally forgot about that.
Abigail swallowed hard. "I... I've been having dreams lately, remembering bits and pieces, but not much."
Austin wasn't buying it. Her usual look and vibe didn't scream "mountain girl." He said, "I'll give you two weeks to move out. If you really need help, just call me."
Rumors were already flying that Austin was keeping a woman. Seeing through Abigail's lies, he couldn't help but smirk.
While talking, he wiped the corner of the coffee table, showing her the dust on his hand. "Is this your idea of cleaning?"
As Abigail was about to speak, Austin cut her off, "Shut up."
Her attempt to get sympathy failed, and her face changed instantly. "No wonder you're still a virgin at your age."
After enjoying some hot pasta, Winona and Zachary headed upstairs at the hospital. As soon as they got out of the elevator, they heard the duty nurses chatting excitedly. "Let me tell you, I just went to the pharmacy and heard that two handsome guys were fighting over sanitary pads on the escalator this afternoon, and they tore the plastic bag, scattering them everywhere. The pharmacy nurse downstairs was chatting with a patient and got hit."
"What's there to fight over sanitary pads for? The convenience store has plenty. Are you sure they were two handsome guys and not two burly perverts?"
The duty nurse started her shift at 6:30 PM and didn't see the afternoon scene. She could only piece together the complete picture from her colleagues' enthusiastic descriptions.
"How could they be perverts? She even took a photo. Let me show you. The photo is blurry because she was afraid of being caught, but you can see the facial features. He looks a bit like the guy accompanying the patient in room 18. That man is really handsome. I'll go check the patient's temperature later and take a good look."
Winona, who was eavesdropping, fell silent.
Room 18—that was hers.
No wonder they checked so frequently. It wasn't because the private hospital had good service; it was because someone was too good-looking.
Zachary felt wronged when Winona glared at him for no reason. He said, "I didn't do anything. You can't take it out on me just because they looked at me. Why don't you say something about Austin and Matthew? Every time they see you, their eyes practically stick to you."
By the end, his voice even carried a hint of grievance.
"Didn't do anything?" Winona sneered. "Then who were the two perverts fighting over sanitary pads on the escalator, if not you and Austin?"
Zachary fell silent.
Meanwhile, the nurse had just opened the chat window and enlarged the photo to show her colleague. "Look, isn't it..."
Halfway through her sentence, she caught sight of Winona and Zachary coming out of the elevator from the corner of her eye, and the rest of her words got stuck in her throat.
Gossiping behind someone's back and getting caught was incredibly awkward. They quickly put away their phones and pretended to be busy, afraid of being reported for chatting during work hours.
Winona lowered her head and walked quickly towards her room, ignoring Zachary.
Even so, she still felt two pairs of eyes following her.
How embarrassing!
Once inside the room, she shut the door, leaving Zachary outside.
He knocked on the door and said softly, "Winona, please open the door."
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