Chapter 620


    When Angie finished talking to her son and was about to continue watching television, Joseph''s


    message came in. She took out her phone to check.


    After reading it, Angie was full of smiles. Her smiles were full of schemes.


    Angie was one hundred percent satisfied with Joseph and hadplete trust in him. After all, someone


    who could marry her daughter so quickly must be extraordinary.


    Even if Chris lowered his head to look at his phone, he could feel a burning gaze on him. He carefully


    looked up and met his mother''s meaningful gaze. There was still a smile on her lips. His premonition


    was not good. "Mom, if you have something to say, just say it. Don''t stare at me like that."


    Facing Angie''s gaze, Chris felt a chill in the depths of his heart, a sense of unease creeping over him.


    He couldn''t shake the feeling that his days were numbered.


    Upon hearing this, Angie stopped smiling and stood up straight. She quietly ced her phone into the


    pocket of her down jacket. "You''re not getting any younger. You need to pay attention to your health.


    Starting tomorrow, go for a run around the neighborhood. Christina used to emphasize the importance


    of exercise. She''s worried that you might develop sub-health, so she wants you to start running in the


    neighborhood from tomorrow."


    Chris refused without even thinking. "I''m very healthy. I just finished my checkup. There''s no sub-


    health."


    Furthermore, it was winter now, with temperatures below freezing every morning. If he went jogging, he


    even felt like it could be life-threatening.


    Naturally dying was better than freezing to death.


    "It''s better to be safe than sorry. It''s always good to exercise. It''s not wrong to listen to Christina. Would


    Christina harm you? If you feel bored alone, ask Ste or your dad to apany you."


    Angie arranged to exclude herself from the selection list.


    "Got it. I''m going to the hospital." With that, Chris quickly walked out as if something was chasing him


    from behind. He had miscalcted. He should have eaten faster and left immediately.


    What was Christina thinking? She asked him to run on such a cold day. Previously, when Christina was


    not married, she did not ask him to run with her. Now that she was married to Sapphire City, she


    remotely instructed him to run.


    Did Christina be stupid after giving birth?


    Chris couldn''t figure out what his family was up totely, but he didn''t intend to dwell on it. He thought it


    would be more productive to spend his time studying medical records instead of pondering over these


    matters.


    The next morning at 5 o''clock, the sky still wore a veil of darkness, concealing the sun that was eager


    to emerge.


    The rm clock by the bedside rang, and an arm extended from the covers, fumbling around without


    finding the phone for a while. Angie opened one eye, the other tightly shut, as the light was too ring.


    The significant movement of his wife woke up Charlie, who was sleeping beside her. Moving around in


    the chilly winter could let in a gust of cold air into the nkets, causing one''s hairs to stand on end.


    Both husband and wife didn''t like sleeping with the air conditioning on, so the air conditioner in the


    room was essentially just decoration.


    Charlie frowned and opened his eyes a little. He asked, "Why did you set the rm?" It was so loud.


    Besides, Angie didn''t need to make breakfast.


    Angie adjusted to the light and opened her eyes. She pressed the rm and took the pajamas from the


    nket to put on. This time, Charlie felt even more puzzled. He propped himself up slightly and called


    out, "Where are you going?"


    "What time is it?" Charlie propped his elbows on the bed and took a look at the phone on the bedside


    table. "It''s 5:03. Why are you up so early?"


    Angie, who was putting on slippers, turned to Charlie and said, "Go to sleep. I''ll go and help."


    Charlie couldn''t understand what his wife was saying. Still groggy early in the morning, his mind was


    clouded and hazy. Angie''s words added to the confusion. Just as he was about to speak, Angie quickly


    left the room, leaving behind only silence.


    Charlie''s mind was in a mess. Charlie couldn''t care less and continued to sleep.


    In the next room, Chris was still asleep in bed. He had arrived home quitete the previous night,


    around 11:30 pm. After taking a shower, it was already past midnight. As hey in bed, he reflected on


    the surgery he had performed earlier that day. By the time he finally drifted off to sleep, it was almost


    one in the morning.


    Chris didn''t have the habit of locking the door when he slept because Angie and the others never


    entered his room. The reason was simple. In Ste''s words, even dogs couldn''t be bothered to enter


    Chris''s room.


    Other than the bed, clothes, and medical books, there was nothing else in his room.


    "Chris, wake up. Hurry up. Don''t sleep anymore..."


    In a daze, Chris felt that someone was calling him. He did not have surgery in the morning and nned


    to sleep a little longer before going to the hospital. When he heard this, he covered his head with the


    nket and felt that it was a little noisy. He only exposed his ck hair in the air and said in a muffled


    voice, "I want to sleep. Don''t speak."


    Angie stood by Chris''s bed in her pajamas. Her hair was a mess. The moment she opened her eyes,


    she got out of bed and came to her son''s room. She did not have any time to tidy herself up and ced


    her hands on her hips.


    She couldn''t lift the nket. She was afraid that her son wasn''t wearing pajama bottoms. When Chris


    was young, he had the habit of sleeping naked. She could only pat her son''s head gently. "Chris, hurry


    up. It''s toote."


    Chris, who was under the nket, frowned. It was so noisy. He said impatiently, "Hey, stop saying. I''m


    sleeping."


    Angie simply sat down on the edge of the bed and spoke slowly. She did not believe that she couldn''t


    wake up his son. "No. Have you forgotten about the morning run? Hurry up, or you will have to take


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    over thepany and won''t need to go to the hospital."


    Chris opened his eyes with a swoosh. There were still traces of redness in his eyes. He was extremely


    tired. He gazed at his mother with a helpless expression, "Mom, it''s just morning jogging. Do you have


    to take it so seriously? What''s the big deal if I don''t jog today? I can always go for a run tomorrow."


    Angie nodded seriously. There was no emotion on her face. She slowly tidied her curly hair. "Alright,


    then I''ll tell your dad that he will wait for you to go to work with him today. Go back to sleep. You can


    probably sleep for another hour. Your dades out after seven. Go to sleep. I will go."


    Knowing his mother''s temperament, Chris sat up helplessly. The nket fell from his chest, and his


    tanned skin was exposed to the air. He was not wearing pajamas.


    At this moment, Chris even wanted to die. He had never wished so much that he was a woman. He


    pinched his eyebrows. "I''m up now, okay?" He was really annoyed.


    Angie saw her son sit up, her lips curled into a smile. She knew he would get up.


    Ten minutester, Chris, who had finished washing up, was about to run in his pajamas when Angie


    pulled him back as soon as he left the room and asked him to change his clothes.


    Chris did not understand her meaning, but he went back to change his clothes. Afraid that it would be


    too cold, Chris put on a long coat and a scarf.


    Seeing that her son was dressed well, Angie watched him leave with satisfaction. Then, she returned to


    her room to sleep again.


    A gust of cold wind swept into the bed, startling Charlie, who had just fallen asleep. Today, it wasn''t just


    Chris going crazy. Charlie felt like he was going crazy too. He suspected that Angie was intentionally


    keeping him from getting any sleep. Opening his eyes, he raised his hand, ced the back of it against


    his forehead, and with closed eyes, he asked, "What on earth are you doing?"


    Angie had already taken off her pajamas and crawled under the nket. It was indeed too cold. How


    could it be so cold? It was warm under the nket. "If you want to sleep, sleep. If you don''t want to, get


    up and follow Chris for a run."


    Running? Going outdoors for a run in sub-zero temperatures?


    Charlie woke up with a start. He nudged Angie, who was about to sleep again. "Why is Chris running in


    winter? Isn''t he cold?"


    Angie kept her eyes closed. She wanted to quickly drift back into sleep and had no interest in engaging


    in further conversation. As she left the room, her hands were already cold. "Who cares about the


    weather when ites to exercising? Just go back to sleep," she mumbled.


    Charlie was stunned for a moment. Was Chris stupid?


    ording to the Athana Meteorological Station''s report, the outdoor temperature has already dropped


    below freezing.


    A gust of cold wind mercilessly pped Chris''s face. It was as if a de had shed across his face.


    He stood at the entrance of the vi, trembling. He looked pitiful like a homeless child. He could not


    enter the house and could only stand in the cold wind.


    Chris stood at the door and adjusted his clothes. He was not wearing cotton pants, and his legs were


    so cold that they felt like they were paralyzed. His limbs were numb.


    At this moment, the neighborhood was so quiet that only the sound of the cold wind wreaking havoc on


    the branches could be heard. He thought to himself that no idiot woulde for a morning jog in this


    damn weather like him.


    Where was the suitable weather for morning jogging in this kind of weather? He felt like he had grown


    tired of life, almost as if he wanted to torture himself.


    It was even colder to stand still. Chris mentally prepared himself for a few seconds and began to warm


    up. He rubbed his hands which looked like they had been taken out of the freezer. His breath formed a


    thin mist in front of his eyes and covered his gloomy face.


    "One, two, three, go..." Chris encouraged himself and began to jog around the neighborhood. Only


    Chris''s voice could be heard in the quiet neighborhood.


    His voice was very low, and if he raised it, he might risk being reported for disturbing the peace.


    He just wanted to quicklyplete the task his mom had given him, and then avoid bing the heir


    to thepany. However, he didn''t want to end up reported for disturbing the peace and being


    apprehended by the police.


    "There''s actually someone running like me. How strange. I''ve been here for so many days and I''ve


    finally seen a person running in winter."


    When Chris heard someone talking behind him, he thought that she was talking to him. He slowed


    down and turned around. The youngdy had already quickly brushed past him and he did not see her


    face.


    Looking at the youngdy''s back, Chris came back to his senses.


    It turned out that she wasn''t talking to him. She was on the phone with someone. Chris followed behind


    and continued to run. The woman in front of him ran very fast. Chris couldn''t catch up. He rarely


    exercised.


    How strange. ''There is actually someone like me running in this damned weather,'' Chris thought to


    himself.


    The woman wore white Bluetooth earphones and a white down jacket over a ck sweater. She paired


    them with regr blue jeans and ck sneakers.


    Her short hair was parted to the side, and her bangs covered the end of her exquisite eyebrows.


    The woman, without any makeup, smiled with a steady breath, "We agreed to run together. You''re


    running in Sapphire City, and I''m running in Athana. I keep my promises. I can''t just stay in bed


    because the weather is too cold on my side. I still have to go to work." Reаd at Draмanоvels


    The person on the other end of the callughed, although her breath sounded a bit unsteady. "If Mr.


    Turner knows how dedicated you are, you might get a year-end bonus this year."


    When the woman heard this, her lips curved. "Quinn, then you''ll have to help me say more good


    things."


    The woman on the other end of the call knew she was joking. "Even if I don''t help you with ttering


    words, Mr. Turner will still reward you."


    She continued to say, "I have run a fewps. It''s almost time. It''s quite cold today. If you were sick, I


    wouldn''t be able to take care of you from afar."


    The woman said, "After running this round, I''ll go home. I will be able to go to work after breakfast."


    The woman said, "I just met one. He looked quite handsome from the back. I didn''t see his face. I ran


    too fast."


    The person on the other end of the phone instantly became interested. "Hey, Leia, staying in Athana


    has changed you. You encounter a handsome guy, and you don''t even turn around to take a look?"


    The woman said, "Am I that frivolous? Besides, he is not a doctor."


    The person on the other end of the phone said, "I can really see your determination to find a doctor as


    a boyfriend."


    After the call ended, the woman did not take off her earphones. Instead, she continued to run in circles.


    She did not feel cold at all. Instead, she felt quite happy.