Chapter 619 Straightforward Thought
Rebecca felt that everything was retribution.
If the retribution was not forthcoming, it was because the time had not come.
If time could be returned to half a year ago, she would not do anything to provoke Abbot.
Not for anything else, Abbot's EQ was the fatal shortcoming.
Rebecca's words finished. Abbot pursed his lips and stood straight.
Rebecca glared at him, "Get in the car. It's getting late and take me home."
Abbot propped one hand on the car door. After staring at Rebecca for a while, he turned around and entered the pharmacy once again.
When Abbot came out again, he lifted a black plastic bag in his hand.
It was visible--the bag was full to the brim.
Abbot stepped forward and threw the black bag into Rebecca's arms.
Rebecca's hand trembled and her face turned red, "Why do you give me these?"
Abbot turned the steering wheel, his expression showed neither joy nor anger, "Choose your favorite."
Rebecca, "..."
Rebecca truly felt that Abbot was a very confusing person.
If one said he had a high EQ, the previous black history was still fresh in her mind.
But if one said he had a low EQ, he could always hit the right spot and make her heart flutter.
The car was moving slowly. Rebecca tilted her head to look out of the window. She did not dare to touch the plastic bag in her arms as if it was a hot potato.
About half an hour later, the car arrived at Abbot's villa.
Abbot drove into the yard and stopped the car, "Here we are."
Rebecca sat still, and the effects of the wine was gone. The brave words that she said just now in the car were now left behind. She hemmed and hawed, "Or should I go home?"
After Rebecca stopped talking, Abbot turned his head to look at her.
Rebecca met Abbot's eyes, she forced a smile, "I am not afraid. I belong to the range of spinster now, and there is nothing to fear. I mainly, mainly..."
Rebecca said the word 'mainly' several times, but did not find the appropriate words to complete the sentence. Finally she popped out, "Mainly because I am afraid that you will suffer."
Rebecca stopped talking and felt good about her excuse. She slapped her thigh, "Yes, it's mainly because I am afraid that you will suffer. As the saying goes, a middle aged man is really somebody while a woman of the same age is nobody, just like you and me. Neither of us stepped into the ranks of thirty years old, but ... "
Rebecca made up a lie, and Abbot looked at her still and did not make a sound.
Rebecca was stared at by Abbot and felt a bit scared, she made an awkward smile, "Do you think I'm right?"
Abbot said in a deep voice, "You're sober, right?"
Rebecca, "..."
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