Still Loving You Nonetheless novel Chapter 889

Chapter 889

“Is that so? Did he leave so early?”

“Yes, although he can’t come to pick you up, he still cares for you, Ma’am.” Wilma suddenly thought of something. She slapped her head and said, “Oh my, look at my forgetful brain. I forgot my coat in the washroom again.”

Meredith chuckled, “I’ll go look for Charlie first. You can come again later.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Meredith stood in front of the lift with the bouquet in her hands. The lift slowly stopped. She was fiddling with her bouquet while entering the lift. .

The next moment, she was frightened by the man inside.

Him again!

Meredith measured Josiah up. She saw that the bandage on his head had been changed into a smaller one. Looking at his clothes, it looked like he was leaving the hospital.

She said to him, “Mister Josiah, you had been hurt so terribly, yet you’re already leaving?”

Josiah looked at the bouquet in her arms. He was a little upset.

He was the one who used to give her roses in the past, yet another man had replaced him to give her roses.

He knew that Charlie gave her the bouquet, yet he still asked flatly, “Did Charlie give you the bouquet?”

Meredith lowered her gaze to look at the bouquet in her arms. She nodded. “Yes.”

She asked once more, “Mister Josiah, you haven’t answered my question. Why don’t you stay in the hospital to recuperate for a few more days?”

“What? Are you still concerned about my injuries?” Josiah’s cold tone initially had hints of delight and relief.

“Of course, after all, you got hurt because of Charlie,” Meredith answered as a matter of factly.

Josiah’s delight lasted for less than two seconds.

Meredith initially wanted to chase after him, but thinking about how domineering his actions were, she could not help but stop.

It was not good to go back and forth with him in public. No matter what it was, she would find a time to send it back to him another day.

Meredith kept the envelope and went up.

When she was by the rehabilitation department, Charlie was still gritting his teeth doing physiotherapy.

She stopped in her tracks outside the door, looking at him sweating and getting up with difficulty from the equipment.

He merely got up halfway when he fell over again.

The therapist patiently encouraged him, “Mister Charlie, do it slower. You were too anxious.”

Charlie suddenly pushed the equipment away, annoyed. He yelled angrily, “You must be sent by Josiah to torture me and make a fool of me, right? What use is a crippled man like me doing all this? No matter how I do it, I won’t be able to stand up again.”