My Sugar And Your Spice

Her mind was shrouded in confusion again. If the white car's angle resulted from Leo turning the vehicle around out of reflex when he realized that Jessie was crashing into him, then why did Jessie give her a look with such hate?

Does she hate me because she thinks that I'm the one who snatched Leo from her? Amelie thought. Suddenly, the surgery room doors burst open, and a doctor wearing a white robe and surgical mask strode out.

She dismissed those thoughts as she set aside her phone hastily, trotted over, and asked worriedly, "How's he doing, doctor?"

"His head and chest suffered trauma, but luckily, he was sent here in time, and we managed to stop the bleeding. He just has to stay for observation for a few days, and he'll be up and about again in no time."

A breath of relief escaped Amelie's lips at the doctor's words because she thought that he was severely injured when she saw him utterly drenched in blood earlier.

"Thank you," she said, and the bed rolled out, but nobody was on it.

She frantically swept her gaze across the room and quickly noticed Leo slowly ambling out after the bed.

His head was wrapped in bandages, but his wounds were definitely still bleeding; she saw some blood seep through the bandages and leave a red stain. His freshly washed face appeared so pale that even his lips had turned slightly gray due to blood loss. He had a change of clothes as well—the light-colored patient robes provided by the hospital—and she could see the bandages around his chest from the collar of his shirt.

Although he took each step slowly, he was still staggering slightly. Coupled with the light-colored patient robe, he appeared like a beautifully fragile and sick man.

Amelie strode over and immediately supported him. "Why did you come out by yourself?"

He merely grunted curtly in a low and soft voice. There was a brief second where his gaze fell on her hands that were supporting him. However, he didn't say a word of protest as they slowly made their way to his ward.

Although Leo's life wasn't in danger, his injuries were far from light, and he had to be hospitalized for a few days.

Amelie carefully helped him to the bed and pulled the sheets over him as he watched her every move with pursed lips.

When she had tucked him under the sheets, she brushed her palms together and started, "Well…"

She wanted to ask him what exactly happened, but she swallowed back the words that were about to tumble off her lips. Unfortunately, to her dismay, no matter how she tried to word the question, it sounded like she was trying to find out something about his private life.

all she said was, "Take a

regardless of

Regardless, she didn't plan to hang around where she was not welcomed, so when she saw Eugene running over from the end of the corridor, she said, "Get well soon, Mr. Alston." After that, she gave

Miss Dillon—"

Eugene, who had just run over, and she smiled at him politely before

man on the bed. The man's eyes were also glued on Amelie's back, but there was

Miss Dillon know that you're injured because you tried to stop Jessie from hitting her cab?" Eugene asked, pacing into

accident after visiting

away. "At the end of the day, I'm

on his face and sighed. Despite the anxiety he was feeling in his heart, there was nothing he could

the scene where Jessie was wailing in the police station appeared.

named Dillon has no feelings for him, but he insists on sending her off and even changes his car because he worries that she would notice it was him. How am I any less as

loses her mind. If Mr. Alston hadn't discovered her plan, the one lying on the hospital bed now would be Miss Dillon. But did he save her just because he blamed himself for implicating Miss Dillon

mind, and he

the document on that project? Did you bring it?"

and passed it to him. The instant Leo's hands touched the folder, he began

Mr. Alston has turned into a robot now, only working and reading documents whenever his eyes are open. He barely speaks, and the look in his eyes is also turning colder as time passes. At this point, he won't even talk to anyone unless it's absolutely necessary. If this continues, I'm really worried that…

for a while after departing the hospital. Her flight had already taken off without her by now, and there was only one flight a day. So, she could only

going to spend the

she had quite a few friends in this city, everyone was living their own lives now, and she didn't

to this place, and the small town had undergone significant changes. The streets were wider, there were fewer potholes, and so were the roads connecting

two roadside vendors were chatting while running their

amazing, but you know we might not be far off from

We don't have to visit the city anymore because we can buy everything we need here. Oh, I heard that the reconstruction isn't finished yet. The town

"Really?"

she looked lost. The town hospital was the place where she met Leo when they were young. If they tore that place down as well, that would mean wiping out her memories with

their many misunderstandings, the time they spent together in their youth was one of her cherished memories. So, while she reminisced about the past, she strolled

all those years ago. From the entrance of the atrium to the spot under the trees, and from under the trees to the artificial hill, they took lovely strolls as they held each other's hands, seated side-by-side as one read out loud for the other to listen to… She

that it was already dusk by the time she came to her senses. When she lowered her head to check the time, she saw