One Night Surprise Chapter 209
Chapter 209 Is It That Man Named Elijah Grant
“Confess?” Alexander was driving. “About your medical history? Do you have depression too?”
Those words stopped Courtney from saying what she was about to say. Thus, she simply half-jokingly
and half-seriously asked, “What if I do too? Maybe I met Cameron because we were in the same
patient group, right?”
“What if you have it too?” He nced at her, seeming to confirm something. “Do you want to hear the
truth?”
“Aside from the truth, everything else is nonsense.”
Pondering for a moment, he drove slower. “If you have depression too… I don’t have as many
commitments as Gale. I don’t have parents and Grandpa is almost 80 years old—”
“Touch wood; touch wood…” She couldn’t continue listening any longer. “Hurry up and say ‘touch wood’
too! If Grandpa heard you saying such things about him, he would surely be so angry that he would
kick you!”
“Getting old and dying is all part of life.” His expression was light.
“Forget it; asking you was a waste of time.” She seemed slightly annoyed. Did I forget who Alexander
is? He is somebody whose expression won’t change even if the world copsed in front of him! He will
never be as passionate as Gale. Why did I even ask him that question?
“What were you going to tell me?” He increased the speed he was driving at. There was still quite some
distance to Courtney’s apartment.
Looking at the speedometer of the car, she frowned. “It’s nothing. It’s not that important. We can talk
about it at home.”
Aplicated look shed across his eyes and vanished. To be honest, when he heard her saying that
she had something to confess, he immediately thought of that man named ‘Elijah Grant’. If she could
confess about everything, then the issues between them would no longer be an issue anymore.
Half an hourter, the car parked at the entrance of the apartment. Alexander sighed softly. Courtney
was leaning against the passenger seat, sleeping deeply. She didn’t look like she was about to wake
up any time soon.
As promised, Alexander canceled his work for the entire week and stayed by Courtney’s side 24 hours
a day to take care of her. He barely took a single step away from her. By the third day, Courtney began
to regret making this request on a whim. Alexander was a boring person. Aside from staying at home
and reading all day, he only left the house to bring her to the Duncan Residence to visit the two
children. He refused to even go downstairs for a stroll.
“What’s wrong with you going for a stroll downstairs? Aren’t you bored staying at home with me all day
long?” She looked at the figure sitting on the sofa across from her. The tone she took with him was
quite exasperated.
“Alone?” He looked up from the book and nced at her.
“What else could it be?” She pointed at her leg. “You can’t mean for me to be walking about with you
with this useless leg, can you? Have mercy on me.”
“That’s not impossible.” The other party closed the book he was reading with a ‘thump’. It was a book
written in French that looked very difficult to understand. More than 10 minutester, his assistant,
Josh, dropped by to confirm that he was not going to attend the board of director’s meeting. At the
same time, he left behind a brand-new wheelchair.
“It was originally prepared for Grandpa. But, we might as well use it now.” While trying out the
wheelchair, Courtney nearly spat out a mouthful of water upon hearing what Alexander said. Just like
that, she looked very reluctant as he pushed her out of the house in the wheelchair.
It was September. Moreover, it had just rained not long ago. It felt quite cold when the wind blew. Thus,
he considerately covered her legs with a nket. Inside the elevator, she couldn’t help ncing at
herself. I look like a disabled person with amputated limbs.
That thought of hers was instantly confirmed by the nosydies in themunity as they took turns to
come and talk to her. “Hey, aren’t you Miss Hunter from the 22nd floor? What happened to your legs?
Are you okay?”
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Throughout their stroll, Courtney had to exin about her injury until her lips were practically worn out
from the friction. She fawningly nced at Alexander. “Let’s go somewhere else.” I must never speak
on a whim again; I only wanted him toe out for a stroll. In the end, I am the one who suffers. Why?!
“Sure. Where to?” Alexander was not very happy about constantly being disturbed during their stroll.
Therefore, he wanted to change a ce to continue their ‘romantic stroll’.
“Anywhere. Anywhere is fine. There’s a supermarket there, and a park on that side.”
“The park won’t be any different from themunity.”
“Let’s go to the supermarket then.” She covered her face nervously. “Hopefully, nobody will recognize
me at the supermarket.”
“Okay. It just so happens that we are out of eggs. Let’s go and buy some,” he said with a straight face.
She nced at him. “Can we not buy eggs? What else can you make aside from hard-boiled eggs?”
Thest time he mentioned that he could cook, he cooked ten eggs. Moreover, all of them were fully
cooked hard-boiled eggs. She nearly choked to death trying to finish them.
When he heard her contempt for his cooking, he pushed the wheelchair while mulling over it for a
while. “I can try cooking something else. I studied some recipesst night. It’s not that difficult.”
She gave him a withering look. “Is that so? Then, please allow me to experience what you mean by ‘not
that difficult’.” You are cooking for the first time; do you even have any idea about how much salt you
should add?
At the vegetable section, Alexander picked up a packet of potatoes and green peppers that were pre-
cut into strips and packed in a stic box. Then, he turned to Courtney for confirmation. “I can use this
to make stir-fried shredded potatoes and green peppers, right?”
“Yeah,” Courtney replied listlessly. The corners of her mouth tugged upward as she added, “Is buying
pre-cut and ready-to-cook dishes your idea of cooking?”
“It saves time. The supermarket’s marketing strategy is quite good.” He tossed the packet into the
shopping cart without minding her. He was pushing the shopping cart with one hand and pushing her
wheelchair with the other.
“Just push the shopping cart. I can take care of myself.” Before she could grab hold of the wheels on
both sides of the wheelchair, she heard the young voice of a little girling from behind her. “I can
help you, miss.”
Courtney looked back to see a little girl around five or six years old with two high ponytails on both
sides of her head. The little girl was energetically standing behind Courtney’s wheelchair. She was
innocently holding the handles of the wheelchair with both hands, and the two people following behind
her were probably her parents. The young mother looked like a very gentle person. She immediately
apologized. “I’m sorry.” Then, she frowned and pretended to be angry at her daughter. “Nana, let go
immediately. You cannot do that.”
“But, she can’t walk! I want to help her.”
Courtney lowered her head, feeling embarrassed.
“Nana, you can’t say that!” The young mother turned pale. “Don’t you know you can’t talk about other
people’s… Come here quickly.”
“Um,” Courtney couldn’t help interrupting when she saw the little girl looking glum after being scolded.
“To be honest, this is only temporary. I will recover.” After that, she nced at the little girl warmly. “Do
you want to help me?”
“Yes.” The little girl nodded.
“Then, can you please push me to the ce where they sell candy?”
The little girl looked at her mother hesitantly. The young mother was concerned about being polite to
Courtney, so she nodded her head when she heard those words. “Be careful, Nana. Don’t push too
fast.”
“Okay.” Then, the little girl pushed Courtney away.
“This chocte is very tasty.” Courtney took a box of imported choctes from the shelf. “Both my son
and my daughter like to eat this too.”