Chapter 463
Can’t You See For Yourself What Happened? Pursing my lips, I ignored him. Eric then reached out and
took my hand. When he looked at my bleeding hand, his face darkened. Opening his bag, he took out a
blue handkerchief and bandaged my wound, blowing as he did so, even asking, “Does it hurt?
seriously?”
I said nothing, my face devoid of emotion. However, he was not offended by me. Getting everything off
the back of the bike, he motioned for me to climb in after him, but I ignored him and stayed still.
“Don’t be angry anymore. It’s all my fault. Let’s go to the clinic and we’ll bandage your wounds
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first. Then you can scold or hit me when we get backter. Just cut me some ck now, okay?”
I remained mute, so he got me in the next instance. “I’ll carry you downstairs if you don’t want to sit on
my
bike.”
I struggled for a while, but his grip was solid so I couldn’t break free. So I just let him carry me down the
slope. Fortunately, there was soon a wider road below and a carriage was in sight. Eric walked over
and spoke to the coachman with me in his arms before carrying me into the carriage. Our bikes were
then strapped to the back of the carriage by the driver. Eric kept me in his arms while I remained silent
and didn’t say a word.
When we got back to town, Eric took me to a clinic where the doctor treated my wounds and said a
thing or two to the doctor. After my wounds were bandaged, he took me to a house. The house was a
northern European red brick style residence that looked very pretty with lots of flowers outside. As soon
as we parked the car, a middle-aged woman came out of the house and chatted amiably with Eric. Eric
then reached out and helped me out of the car before we followed the middle-aged woman into the
house.
Intuitively, I imagined that it should be a family home. The house was very clean and airy, its decor
incredibly lovely. Following behind the middle-aged woman, Eric helped me up the stairs to a
bedroom. It was a huge suite with its own kitchen and bathroom. Then he helped me to the couch. After
saying a few more words to him, the middle-aged woman politely left.
“We’re staying here tonight. Tell me what you want to eat.” Eric’s behavior was extremely kind. Still, I
didn’t say anything. With an ingratiating expression on his face, he suggested, “Shall we have a whole
roastmb? The wholemb roast here is delicious, so you will definitely like it.”
When he said that, a pang of hunger hit me. I don’t speak thenguage here and I won’t be able to get
an interpreter any time soon, so my only choice is to depend on him. While I’m angry, I still have to eat.
So he then took me to the nearest restaurant and sure enough, he ordered roasted wholemb. The
wholemb roast here was prepared differently than the ones I’ve had in the past. First, the fresh cut
before being baked at a low heat of 150 degrees in the oven for around 10 hours. Tender and juicy, it
was delicious with fries and sd or sautéed long beans with garlic and cayenne pepper.
We drank German stout while we atemb. Hungry, I ate a lot and drank a lot. I rarely drink, but I drank
copious amounts of stout this day, perhaps because of my bad mood. The alcohol content and malt
concentration of the German stout were rtively high, so while I didn’t feel anything at first, I did feel
dizzy and a little queasy after I finished eating.
The sky was alreadypletely dark when we left the restaurant, and the city lights were sparse, so it
wasn’t very bright. Taking my hand, Eric led me back the way we came. I had an inherently poor sense
of direction, so along with my drunken state, I was totally lost. It was only with his support that I was
able to return to our amodation.
Helping me into the room, Eric went into the bathroom to fill up the tub. In no time, he left again. With
my eyes fixed on him, I swallowed hard.