Eileen nearly decked Egbert again. She yanked her hand back, rolled up the script into a makeshift tube and gave Egbert a light thwack on the arm.
Egbert looked at her and remained silent.
Eileen stood up from the couch, ignoring him completely, and made straight for the stairs.
But she'd only taken a few steps when her wrist was seized. A quick yank pulled her backward, and she found herself plopping back onto the couch with a huff.
Eileen glared at Egbert, "What the heck?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Egbert, without another word, suddenly wrapped his arms around her from the side.
Eileen froze for a moment.
Egbert buried his face in the crook of her neck, his warm breath tickling her skin. He murmured, "I really went to the hospital."
Eileen frowned. At this point, she couldn’t tell which of Egbert’s words were true and which were lies.
But after a silent moment, Eileen reached out, cupped Egbert's face in her hands, and checked his forehead with the back of her hand, then his cheeks, making sure his temperature was normal. She then grabbed his hand to check his pulse.
He allowed her to touch him, but when she tried to take his pulse, his fingers slipped and intertwined with hers, holding on tight.
Narrowing her eyes at him, Eileen asked, "Are you faking an illness?"
He didn't answer, only lowered his head again to embrace her. They held each other tightly.
Eileen sighed, ultimately indulging Egbert, and even reached out to hug him back.
But just at that moment, there was a click of a door opening.
The housekeeper, carrying a bag of groceries, walked in to see Ms. Lopez sitting on the couch, casually watching the news, while the young master was sitting on the floor not far away, his face dark as thunder. Puzzled, she closed the door behind her and casually asked, "Mister, why are you sitting on the floor?"
The silent Egbert didn't speak, just gazed deeply at the girl on the couch with his deep eyes.
That's when Eileen, feeling guilty, immediately stood up from the couch, blurting out, "I'm... heading upstairs."
With that, she sprinted up the stairs as if in a hundred-meter dash.
The housekeeper headed to the kitchen, passing by the living room where the young master was still seated on the floor. She couldn't help but mutter, "Mister, did Ms. Lopez hit you again?"
Egbert didn’t know what to respond.
The housekeeper shook her head disapprovingly, holding back further comment out of respect for her employers.
The TV awards ceremony was two days later.
The night before, Eileen was busy with Nathan Finance business, working almost until midnight.
Luckily, the awards ceremony was in the evening, allowing her to sleep in until the afternoon.
On the day of the ceremony, Eileen arrived at the company in the evening.
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