THE BATTLEFIELD OF LOVE
Part 22's. Needs Help
Gilbert followed me to the cashier's desk. While his guards help his already sprawled master. They don't seem to be carrying weapons. Otherwise they would've threatened me with their weapons.
Gilbert looked at me, I looked back.
"I know I ruined my own dinner. Sorry."
"What's wrong, have you been pua*s?" I saw Ban*gsat who was still cowering in pain on the floor and couldn't get up.
"It." He even grimaced wide.
"good. Revenge must be repelled."
"You're insinuating me, aren't you."
"No. I admire you, where I may be insinuating you." I saw it with doubt. But then remember that he blocked those two bodyguards, he did support me fighting.
"Thank you for your help."
"Back." His smile made my anger subside.
The manager charged nearly 10x my bill because I made a fuss. I paid for it without much talk. The important thing is Da*ve Thomas's tooth was broken.
"You want to eat again? This time I'm paying, last night it was a very expensive dinner." He was still teasing me when we got to the car.
"At least we've spent the main course." I smiled at the end. "Are you still hungry."
"Your hand hurts?" He took my knuckle, I was a little surprised, yes of course it was flushed. It will hurt but drinking a pain reliever will help a lot later.
"Nothing just need pain relief."
He opened the car's dashboard drawer, took out a box in his hand.
"It's take and dope for your knuckles, maybe later you'd better compress it." He was carrying medicine in the car. Maybe some kind of standard in their military service car there's emergency medicine.
"Thank you." I became embarrassed, she must have seen me as a bar-bar girl who only obeyed emotions. But I don't regret anything. If I were put there again I would do the same.
"I don't think you care so much about what other people think." I care about his assumption of course.
"I don't care, that son of a bitch dared to trap my sister into a guinea pig. Obviously I'm gonna beat him all out."
"You look after your family, there's nothing wrong with that. Don't think of anyone else's opinion, you're doing the right thing." He is now encouraging me.
"Tomorrow you're going back to Washington DC?" I remember that maybe we won't see each other again.
"Yes. Tomorrow I'll be back. You still need help?"
"No, were you hit by those guards. You're not hurt." I didn't notice but he was fighting two people.
"No. They can't hit me, just calm down. Your knuckles will be swollen as it seems tomorrow, you should compress them later and wrap the bandages after you apply the medicine."
"Yes." Yeah."
Now my mind is playing. Tomorrow he won't be here again. I don't know when we might meet again. Can I get something...
"You're not here tomorrow..."
"You still need help?"
Help out? I'm making a decision now.
"May I help you put the band together. I'm not sure I can do it right, both my hands hurt." Am I being too brave? Maybe he won't remember me after this, maybe we'll never see each other again.
But like I said. It doesn't take anything if both people like each other. Does die like me?
"Pairing bandages..."
"Well a minute?" I looked straight at him in his eyes.
----- connect tomorrow