I was stunned for a moment. Why was he reporting such a trivial matter to me?
He probably noticed my confusion, so he raised his right hand and pointed to his wristwatch with a finger from his left hand. "It'll be one o’clock soon. Mr. Grant told me that he promised you to come back for lunch, s o he has to come home. But there's a traffic jam on the road."
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Why did I suddenly feel like I was being treated as a petty person?
After about 20 minutes, Theo came back.
I watched as he stood in front of me, his forehead lightly beaded with sweat. He looked like he had come home in a hurry.
His dark eyes were dazzling like black stones with streaks of light shining through. "I'm not late, am I?"
I suddenly laughed, then wiped his sweat after getting on my tiptoes. "Did you run back?"
He would not be sweating so much if he came back by car.
He took off his jacket and said in a relaxed manner,"
Just take it as an exercise." "You don't need to rush next time. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere," I could not help but say these words after wiping his sweat. There was a hint of warmth in my heart.
He smiled. "I know, but I just can't wait to see you sooner."
The honeyed words were blurted out of his mouth, and I could not help but laugh.
Munchkin ran over and hugged his legs, saying in a soft voice, "Theo, are you not strong enough? Why do you need to exercise?"
A child’s words carried no harm. Theo picked him up and looked at me with an obscure gaze. "I've always been very strong."
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