Pay For Lovely Me

Chapter 59 Silly Girl, Be Careful Not To Be Silly (Part One)

Except for the sadness of Celia caused by the death of Ned, the atmosphere of the dinner was warm.

"Celia, you have to eat more. Otherwise, how can you hold on for these days?"

Hans naturally avoided the surname "Su". When her first name was called out in his gentle and soft

voice, there were a different taste in it, as if her name was gently chewed on the tip of his tongue and

then came out of his mouth after a while with a hint of attachment.

"You should eat too. You don't need to take care of me."

Celia said in a calm tone, doing her best to hide the sadness.

However, it seemed that Hans liked picking up food for her and watching her eating. Although Celia

was immersed in sadness, she could feel his warm and gentle gaze no matter how dull she was.

Therefore, when she ate a piece of fish, she was in a trance and swallowed a small fishbone. It stuck in

her throat, and she immediately flushed with pain and could not stop coughing.

"What's wrong, Celia?"

A trace of worry flashed across his face. Without hesitation, Hans reached out and patted her on the

back.

"A fishbone stuck, stuck in my throat."

Celia raised her eyes and saw the tenderness in his eyes clearly. Her heart trembled.

Hearing this, Hans frowned slightly. He reached out to take the mature vinegar aside, poured half a

glass, and skillfully placed the glass to her lips. The hand that had just helped her breathe returned to

her back. He patted her gently and said softly, "Just drink it then you will be fine."

Celia nodded. She took his hand and drank up half a glass of mature vinegar in one breath. The strong

sour taste made her almost vomit. Under the concerned eyes of Hans, she tried hard to hold back the

impulse and swallowed the mature vinegar.

"Are you feeling better?"

Without blinking his eyes, Hans patted her back gently with his big palm. His gentle eyes and

concerned tone were very helpful when Celia needed comfort most.

Even though he had done a lot of excessive things to her before. At this moment, Celia clearly felt that

her heart was rippling because of his tenderness.

That feeling was strange and out of her control.

So for a moment, she just stared at him blankly, looking at his handsome and worried face, and the

tenderness flowing in his deep eyes.

"Are you feeling better? Let me take you to the hospital."

Seeing that she was in a daze and didn't say anything, Hans thought the fishbone was still stuck in her

throat. As he spoke, he took her hand and was about to stand up.

"No, it's all right now."

When his warm palm touched her cool hand, Celia suddenly got back her composure. She shook her

head and explained. Her face instantly turned red and flushed to her ears.

Seeing that she was really fine, Hans was a little relieved.

The next moment, he frowned and touched her face in confusion. He pretended to ask casually, "Celia,

why is your face so hot?"

"Oh, no, maybe because I was stuck by the fishbone just now."

Celia dodged as if she got an electric shock. She didn't want him to touch her. Even in normal times,

she would feel uncomfortable because of his touch. Moreover, at this moment, her heart was just

rippling because of his gentle expression. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Her heart beat was in a mess!

It was early in the morning when Hans came back home. The living room was still brightly lit. Lina was

sitting on the sofa and randomly pressed the remoter of TV. When she heard the door open, she

quickly jumped up to welcome him.

"Hans, you're finally back. Do you know that I really want to celebrate Ned's death with firecrackers?"

Lina was in a sexy pajama. With joy on her face, she wrapped her arms around Hans's neck and

pressed her whole body against him.

With a faint smile, Hans reached out to pull her hand, pulled her away from him secretly and said in a

casual tone, "Lina, it's so late. Why don't you go to bed? Didn't I say that you don't have to wait for me

to come back?"

As he spoke, he walked towards the staircase.

Lina, who was pulled down by him, pouted unhappily and wrapped her arms around his arm again like

a piece of brown sugar. She held his arm and acted like a spoiled child, "Hans, I can't sleep well these

days when you are not here. Can you take me with you next time on a business trip?"

"Okay, you go back to your room first. I'm tired. Good night."

When they went upstairs, Hans pulled out his arm and said gently.

"Hans, I miss you. I have a lot to tell you."

Lina looked at him affectionately. She almost wanted to say that she would sleep with him tonight.

Pretending not to understand what she meant, Hans smiled lightly and patted her on the face to

comfort her. He persuaded her gently, "Lina, be a good girl. Go to bed. Let's talk about it tomorrow. I'm

really tired."

After saying that, he ignored her entanglement, opened the door, went in and closed the door skillfully

and quickly. When Lina could react, Hans had locked the door from inside.

"Hans, Hans!"

Lina was so angry that she slapped the door. Damn it! How could he lock her outside?

"I'm going to take a shower and go to bed. Lina, see you tomorrow!"

His voice came from inside. Lina stamped her feet and went back to her room reluctantly.

Nancy just symbolically stayed at the mourning hall for a while and went back to her room to sleep on

the excuse of tiredness. Emily didn't even stay there for a minute. There were only Joe and Celia left in

front of the casket.

"Celia, you can go back to your room to sleep if you are tired."

At two o'clock in the morning, for the fifth time, Joe asked Celia to go back to sleep. As a man, it was

okay for him to stay up all night, but he was reluctant to let a girl stay up all night.

As before, Celia just shook her head slightly. She looked up at the smiling photo of her father and said

in a low voice, "Brother, don't ask me to go to bed again. Tonight, we will stay with father together.

Although I'm not his biological daughter, he has raised me up. I have already treated him as my

biological father..."