Chapter 726 Room Service
Bathing in Anson's gaze, the emotions of shame and annoyance, depression and anxiety, anger and helplessness were intertwined, hitting Annie's nose.
Slightly sour.
"Sorry." Annie lowered her gaze in panic. It was all due to the darkness tonight. People are always more vulnerable at midnight, and their weaknesses are exposed accidentally.
“I, uh, sorry, tonight is totally my fault.”
"In the recent period, everything has been piled up, school, work, and... and some things at home, my brother... so that life is completely irregular, and I don't know what's wrong with my body."
He hesitated to speak and was vague.
But Anson still understood it -
He was not a real twenty-year-old young man. The old soul in the skin had experienced enough things for him to understand the consequences of an imbalanced physical state.
He could feel Anne's self-blame, and he did not let Anne continue talking.
"This can happen to anyone."
Anne still lowered her eyes to avoid looking. She really didn't want to face Anson at this time and wanted to get into a hole; but she really didn't have the strength.
"I'm serious, this can happen to anyone."
Anne finally raised her eyes, words rolling on the tip of her tongue, but she didn't know what to say, so she just whispered, " I want to take a shower."
Anson nodded slightly, "You go take a shower, then I'll go back. Luca is still waiting outside. I think he wants to take off that piece of clothing as soon as possible than you do. T-shirt.”
puff.
Anne's mouth twitched slightly, but she quickly calmed down due to excessive blood loss.
Anson protected Annie and stood up. Although he did not help her directly, he still opened his arms around his side and protected Annie to the bathroom.
Anne's steps were heavy and slow, each step seemed to consume all the energy of the body, and her thin shoulders seemed likely to be crushed by the night at any time; but she still gritted her teeth and stubbornly relied on her own strength, step by step. One step forward, slowly but never stopping.
All the way to the bathroom.
Annie finally stopped, turned around and saw Anson's chest.
"Hey, just send it here." Annie made a joke.
Anson stepped back and distanced himself, "Annie."
Annie raised her head.
Anson, "Are you okay?"
For a moment, Anne was stunned, and then the smile on her lips blossomed, like an epiphyllum blooming proudly in the night.
“Yes.”
Anne wanted to say something else, but she still couldn’t find any clues.
"Thank you, Anson."
Take a deep breath and repeat it again.
"Thank you."
Thousands of words were condensed into this sentence. After thinking about it, she couldn't find better words.
So, he smiled at Anson and said, "Please close the door when you leave, or..."
"Thank you." Anson answered quickly, "You have said it more than once or twice, thank you. Too much becomes sorry, but you don’t need to be sorry.”
Then, Anson turned around.
Annie was stunned, and quickly entered the bathroom, opened the door quickly and closed it quickly, blocking all sight lines tightly to cover up her embarrassment.
Anson paused slightly as he reached the door. He heard the sound of the bathroom——
The sound of water from the shower head. There were also muffled cries.
Even though I cover my mouth, and despite the interference of the water, I can still hear the suppressed cry.
Subconsciously, Anson turned back to the room, but finally stopped.
Since Anne didn't want to be discovered, maybe he should pretend not to notice and leave some private space.
Sometimes, rather than companionship, you just need some alone time and space.
After staying there for a moment, Anson finally did not stay. He turned and left the room, closed the door for Annie, and stepped towards the elevator again.
Back in the car, Anson saw at a glance that Lucas had taken off his T-shirt, and there was no shadow at all in the car, which made Anson curious.
“Where’s the T-shirt?”
The veins on Lucas's forehead were stretched, "Where's Annie, is she okay?" Anson said, "Luca, that's a souvenir, you won't just throw it away, right?"
Lucas, "Are you sure there's nothing to do with Anne?"
The two brothers were talking to each other, each talking about his own thing, and no one was prepared to pay attention to the other.
In the end, Lucas couldn't hold on under Anson's gaze. He opened the glove box in front of the passenger seat and found a T-shirt inside.
Anson sighed, "Oh, you also folded the square tofu cubes."
Lucas:...
As soon as he turned around, Anson saw Lucas standing up raised middle finger.
"Haha." This made Anson laugh happily, and then he changed the topic, "Annie is fine, she just needs a hot bath and a good sleep."
Lucas Nodding slightly and invisibly, without saying anything more, he started the engine, left the parking lot, and embarked on his journey home.
The night is getting darker.
San Francisco is not Los Angeles or New York, nor is it Las Vegas, which stays up all night. Even the bars have a three o'clock curfew. After a brief period of noise, the city fell into a gentle silence.
Anne thought she might not be able to sleep well, or even suffer from insomnia, but surprisingly -
No.
Because I was tired, both mentally and physically, I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. When I woke up, it was already morning.
Until I was woken up by room service.
"...I didn't call room service."
Anne looked at the hotel waiter with a question mark.
The room attendant pushed the trolley into the room and explained to Anne, "Last night, a Mr. Michael Moskowsky ordered room service for you in advance and paid for you in advance. All the bills.”
Annie: “Who?”
The room attendant handed over the card among the flowers.
Anne opened it and took a look.
“Dear Mia,
Hope you have a good night’s sleep.
Michael.”
It's so serious.
Anne finally realized that it was Michael's name in "The Princess Diaries". It was so hard to pronounce and so strange. She didn't even know that Michael had a last name. Wait, Lily and Michael are siblings, so Lily's last name was What is it?
Thoughts surged in my mind.
Anne looked at the trolley in front of her -
Fried salmon steak, salad, onion soup, and a glass of hot milk.
Just when Anne was confused, the room attendant explained again, "This cup of hot milk is specially requested. Mr. Moskovsky said that everything else does not matter, but you must drink the hot milk."
< br>Annie picked up the milk, slightly scalding it, the temperature penetrated the cup and ironed her palms, and the muscles that had slept peacefully all night stretched out silently.
Take a sip.
The whole internal organs also relaxed, and a smile crept up to the corners of my mouth.
Anne gave the room attendant a tip, escorted him out with milk, closed the room door, stood on tiptoes and returned to the trolley, picked up the card and read it carefully again. Again.
It was just a short sentence, but it seemed to have magic power. The tired and dull mood quietly climbed into the clouds, and even the hazy sky outside the window seemed to become brighter.
I couldn't help but look at the card over and over again, while looking at the food and flowers on the trolley, I drank all the milk in the cup.
Suddenly remembering something, Annie put down the card and milk and returned to the bathroom.
Looking left and right, trying to revive memories, I finally found the crumpled and crumpled graffiti T-shirt next to the trash can in the corner.
Sure enough, the quality is not good, it has only been used for one night, and it seems to be pilling; I don’t know if it will turn into a pile of cloth strips when thrown into the washing machine.
Now it seems that it was a good thing that it was not thrown into the trash can last night.
Standing in front of the mirror, Annie put the T-shirt in front of her again and gestured, then looked around in circles. It seemed that it was not as bad as she remembered.
(End of this chapter)