Madam Escaped Again, Sir (Lillian Hawkins and Eric Walker) novel Chapter 480

As Sonia looked at the thermos on the table, an indescribable feeling started welling up within her, choking her up. After what Toby did, she didn’t know what she should do, nor did she have any idea how she could ever repay him. Should I just pretend this never happened? Should I never pay his kindness back just like Tom said? But if she didn’t do that, she’d forever owe Toby a favor. She’d never be able to take that off her.

Sonia never liked owing anyone any favors. If she did owe a favor, she’d try her best to pay them back as soon as possible, or it would never sit right with her. She’d lose sleep over it as well. I have to repay his kindness, or I’ll never live it down. But how should I do it? She sat down and massaged her forehead. I’m tired.

Suddenly, someone knocked on her door, breaking her train of thoughts. “Come in.” She looked up.

Charles opened the door and came in.

“Are you busy, babe?” “Why are you here?” She looked at him in surprise.

Charles went and sat across from her. “I’m waiting for you. Once you clock off, I’ll take you home. I thought you promised we’d see my mom today.”

“Oh, right. Almost forgot about that.” Sonia smiled sheepishly.

“It’s fine. That’s why I’m here—to remind you.” Charles waved her off, then noticed the thermos. “What is this, babe? Did you bring your own dinner?”

“No. This is some chicken soup for Toby.” Sonia shook her head.

The mere mention of Toby made Charles pout. “So it’s for him?”

“He’s hurt, and it’s just some soup.” Sonia looked at him.

Charles leaned back and put his hands behind his head. “Hey, I’m not judging.

Just saying I’m jealous, since you never make any soup for me.” “He’s injured, but are you?” Sonia shot back. “If you were injured, I would also visit you and even make some soup if you wanted it.”

“Forget about it then. I like not being injured.” Charles chuckled.

Sonia poured him a glass of water. “And there you have it.”

Charles put his hands down and drank some water. “Are you going to take this to Toby at the hospital later? I can tell the cook to make dinner a bit later if you want.

“No.” Sonia shook her head, and some thoughts popped up. “I don’t have to. He’s discharged, and he said he doesn’t need me to take care of him anymore.”

“Nice.” Charles’ eyes lit up, and he clapped. “That’ll take some weight off you.

“It’s not the same thing.” She frowned. “I can relax if he told me to stop because he’s all better, but he isn’t.”

Charles suddenly realized something, and he rubbed his chin. “Odd.” He had a weird look on his face. “That’s not like him.”

“Huh?” Sonia looked at him curiously.

Charles said, “Think about it, babe. He still loves you, and he wants you back. He would love it if you took care of him, so why is he saying no?”

“But that’s the truth.” Sonia looked at the thermos. He doesn’t need me, and he returned the soup as well.