Chapter 780
Chapter 780:
Neal and Bonita hopped on trends as if they were teenagers trying out online dating.
What a twist in the story!
The quiet of the hospital at night starkly differed from its daytime chaos. The silence was occasionally pierced by the beeping of monitors. In the hospital room where Bonita lay, there were three beds: one occupied by her, one vacant, and another occupied by an elderly man hooked up to an IV drip.
“Good heavens!” exclaimed the elderly man, eyeing Bonita’s bandaged figure. “Did you collide with a bus, young lady?”
“I was assaulted,” Bonita murmured.
The elderly man scolded, shaking his head. “Youth these days, always resorting to violence instead of conversation. And you!” He pointed accusingly at Neal. “You couldn’t shield your girlfriend?”
Bonita’s cheeks turned red at those words. “Sir, he’s not my boyfriend.”
“Oh, then he’s the one who attacked you?”
“No, no, he’s just a schoolmate of mine.”
The elderly man uttered a prolonged “Oh,” and then reassessed Neal. “Schoolmate?” Neal snorted, his tone filled with sarcasm. “We don’t even study the same subjects, nor do we attend the same university.”
Caught off guard by this turn in the conversation, Bonita found herself speechless.
With the harsh hospital lighting behind him, Neal’s face was hard to read, yet his clenched jaw revealed his tension.
Bonita swallowed nervously, barely breathing.
Uncertain why Neal had chosen to stay or what he intended to discuss, her anxiety mounted.
While chatting online with him, she was good at crafting dialogues.
𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖊: 𝖌𝖆𝖑𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖘﹒𝖈𝖔𝖒
Yet, she was practically mute when she faced him in person.
“Then we are not schoolmates,” Bonita whispered. “We are friends.”
“Friends?” Neal scoffed, raising an eyebrow. “Are we really that close?” Bonita found herself at a loss for words.
What had gotten into him today? Why was he retorting to every word she uttered?
“Then why are you here?” Bonita pressed. “What is it that you need to ask me?”
Checking the time on his phone, Neal fixed her with a serious gaze. “Enough games. You’re Cutie, right?”
Cutie was more than just a fan to him; she was his virtual friend and digital companion.
“No,” Bonita replied instantly. “I don’t know anyone by the name of Cutie.”
Neal gave a dismissive snort.
Bonita’s heart thudded violently, the panic palpable in her chest. Why was Neal asking about Cutie? Did he suspect that she was Cutie?
Her fingers clutched the bedsheet tightly, creasing the fabric. Neal tapped his phone a few times, and immediately, Bonita’s phone lit up, buzzing with notifications.
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