Chapter 655 - Dont Be Inconsistent (1/2)

After only the two of them were left in the treatment room, London sat back on the side of the bed and tidied L's blanket. None of his actions escaped L's observasion.

”My uncle is preparing medicine for you. Hopefully, you'll get better in a few hours,” he said while holding L's hand.

”Your uncle?” L frowned. She had met many doctors all her life, and there wasn't much they could do.

There were only two possibilities for her to fully recover, namely a heart transplant from a deceased human donor, or a synthetic heart transplant.

Until now, there hadn't been a suitable human donor and her ranking to obtain organs was still too low, while she still didn't dare to opt for a synthetic heart because there were still many controversies surrounding its safety.

L had worked hard to be where she was now, she didn't want to die just because of an unsafe artificial heart.

”My uncle is a medicine expert. You'll meet him later,” London explained.

He was about to tell her about his father who was also a doctor, but he was afraid that L would be shocked and angry again because she thought he was lying. Therefore, he decided to keep his father a secret for a while.

He also deliberately asked his father not to appear around L because he would have difficulty explaining who Caspar was to the girl, since Caspar looked so much like him. He and his father had similar faces, black hair, brilliant blue eyes, even the same dimples. His father was only slightly taller than him.

His mother was told to avoid being seen by L because he was afraid that L was still angry when she saw the woman who she thought had a special relationship with London hanging around the hospital. After he learned about L's health condition, London didn't want to take any risks and make the girl angry or sad.

He also regretted his fad with his mother two days ago. Everything that happened was like the ripple effect, where one event influenced the next ones.

If he hadn't made L angry with jealousy, the girl wouldn't have run back to their apartment, which made London rush back to Germany, and was followed by their argument over Danny, then L finding all the cameras he had installed... eventually the girl fell ill and was now forced to give birth faster...

Ugh...

”What are you thinking about?” L promptly asked. She noticed the dark circles around the young man's eyes and realized that London hadn't been wearing his glasses for two days. ”Can you see without your glasses?”

London wanted to answer 'I'm wearing contact lenses' when he realized L didn't like being lied to. In the end, he just scratched his head and nodded.

”I lost my glasses... I can't find them,” he answered truthfully. A moment later, he thought of something. ”By the way, do you prefer for me to wear glasses or not?”

L frowned again. ”Is my opinion important? Whether you wear glasses or not is none of my business.”

At that time, London felt an impulse to pinch L. This girl, why can't she be sweet for long? She was sweet for a while, and now her grumpy attitude was back.

”Hmm... it's important for me,” London tried to hold back and disregard L's silence. ”If you think I look better without glasses, I won't wear them anymore.”

L finally squinted to observe London for a few moments. She then grabbed the young man's face and turned it left and right, then nodded in satisfaction. ”No need to wear glasses, then. This is better.”

London smiled and nodded. ”Alright... I won't wear glasses anymore.”

L only shook her head seeing London's patience. She had always been rude to him on purpose, but somehow, it never seemed to work. The young man always behaved as if L had never been annoying.

In the end, L crossed her arms across her c.h.e.s.t and watched London attentively. She wasn't ashamed of looking at a man with such probing eyes.

”Why are you looking at me like that?” In fact, London had become awkward because for some reason, being stared like that by L made him feel as though he was being stripped. He unconsciously crossed his arms across his c.h.e.s.t, as if protecting himself from being stripped n.a.k.e.d.