One Night Surprise

Chapter 209 Is It That Man Named Elijah Grant

“Confess?” Alexander was driving. “About your medical history? Do you have depression too?”

Those words stopped Courtney from saying what she was about to say. Thus, she simply half-jokingly and half-seriously asked, “What if I do too? Maybe I met Cameron because we were in the same patient group, right?”

“What if you have it too?” He glanced at her, seeming to confirm something. “Do you want to hear the truth?”

“Aside from the truth, everything else is nonsense.”

Pondering for a moment, he drove slower. “If you have depression too… I don’t have as many commitments as Gale. I don’t have parents and Grandpa is almost 80 years old—”

“Touch wood; touch wood…” She couldn’t continue listening any longer. “Hurry up and say ‘touch wood’ too! If Grandpa heard you saying such things about him, he would surely be so angry that he would kick you!”

“Getting old and dying is all part of life.” His expression was light.

“Forget it; asking you was a waste of time.” She seemed slightly annoyed. Did I forget who Alexander is? He is somebody whose expression won’t change even if the world collapsed in front of him! He will never be as passionate as Gale. Why did I even ask him that question?

“What were you going to tell me?” He increased the speed he was driving at. There was still quite some distance to Courtney’s apartment.

Looking at the speedometer of the car, she frowned. “It’s nothing. It’s not that important. We can talk about it at home.”

A complicated look flashed across his eyes and vanished. To be honest, when he heard her saying that she had something to confess, he immediately thought of that man named ‘Elijah Grant’. If she could confess about everything, then the issues between them would no longer be an issue anymore.

of the apartment. Alexander sighed softly. Courtney was leaning against the passenger seat, sleeping deeply.

his work for the entire week and stayed by Courtney’s side 24 hours a day to take care of her. He barely took a single step away from her. By the third day, Courtney began to regret making this request on a whim. Alexander was a boring person.

you bored staying at home with me all day long?” She looked at the figure sitting on the sofa across from her.

up from the book and glanced

mean for me to be walking

other party closed the book he was reading with a ‘thump’. It was a book written in French that looked very difficult to understand. More than 10 minutes later, his

a mouthful of water upon hearing what Alexander said.

covered her legs with a blanket. Inside the elevator, she couldn’t help glancing at herself. I look

instantly confirmed by the nosy ladies in the community as they took turns to come and talk to her. “Hey, aren’t you Miss Hunter from the 22nd floor? What happened to

at Alexander. “Let’s go somewhere else.” I must never speak on a whim again; I only wanted him to come out for a stroll. In the end, I am the

constantly being disturbed during their stroll. Therefore, he wanted to change a

is fine. There’s a supermarket there, and a park

be any different from

She covered her face nervously. “Hopefully, nobody

eggs. Let’s go and buy some,” he said with a straight

at him. “Can we not buy eggs? What else can you

mentioned that he could cook, he cooked ten eggs. Moreover, all of them were fully cooked hard-boiled eggs. She nearly choked to death trying to finish

for a while. “I can try cooking something else. I studied some recipes last

gave him a withering look. “Is that so? Then, please allow me to experience what you mean by ‘not that difficult’.” You are cooking for the first time; do you even have

and packed in a plastic box. Then, he turned to Courtney for confirmation. “I can use this to make stir-fried shredded