It was not a question, just a statement of fact. When he said this, his gaze turned cold as he glanced at Inch. Inch seemed somewhat panicked, opening his mouth as if to say something but then hesitating.
Watching the subtle interaction between the two of them, I paused for a moment, and my mind could not help but go back to Sweety, who had just left. I was talking to her for so long, and she had not even asked how I got hurt. In the past, she would have grabbed me and bombarded me with questions about how I got this injury.
I could not help but feel disappointed, and my mood dimmed slightly.
Before Sweety arrived, I had ordered a variety of dishes that she liked, expecting her to join me. Unfortunately, she left without even taking a single bite though the waitstaff had already served all the dishes.
There were too many dishes for me to finish alone. I looked at Inch and Charlie and said, "Have you guys had dinner? I originally made plans with a friend, but she left, so it's just me now. There's so much food here, so if you haven't eaten, please join me."
Charlie remained silent while Inch spoke up, "I have something to attend to later, but Mr. Yates hasn't eaten yet. You two go ahead. I'll go take care of some things first."
With that, he pushed Charlie to sit across from me. He smiled and quickly left without giving me a chance to say much.
As I watched him leave, I could not help but chuckle, "Inch seems quite busy, huh?"
Charlie did not respond to my comment. Instead, he looked at me and asked, "Does it hurt?"
He was referring to the injury on my face. I shook my head and smiled lightly, "Just a minor scrape. It'll be fine after a few days of rest. The doctor said once it heals and the scab forms, it won't be a problem anymore. It's just that it might leave a scar." At this point, I pretended to sigh and said, "You know what? Why does it have to be on my face? If it leaves a scar, I'll become a freak. I hope you won't find me ugly and stop being my friend in the future."
He looked at me with a serious expression and said, "You're not ugly, and it won't leave a scar."
Seeing his serious and sincere demeanor, I could not help but chuckle and said, "I'm just teasing you. It's just a minor injury, so how could it possibly leave a scar?"
With that, I passed him the utensils. After a day of chaos, scares, and frustration, I was famished and needed a satisfying meal.
Seeing me eating with gusto, he also quietly started eating. I did not tell him about what happened during the day. Firstly, he had come out here for a vacation, and the matter had nothing to do with him. Secondly, telling him would only add another unpleasant thing to his day, so I decided not to mention it.
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