Chapter 307 He’s Back


    Seemingly Le heard that Vincent paused a bit. He kept silent for a few seconds, and only his breath


    was heard from the other end of the line. Then Le heard a child’s scream and the voices of women’s


    delighted chatting.


    Le’s body was suddenly stiffened. It turned out that they were really together. A beautiful image was


    sketched in her mind -- a family of three. If the family of three were together for real, it must be a quite


    aesthetic picture.


    “Ah! Mr. White, if you are quite busy, you can go. The international call is so expensive.” She suddenly


    lost the impulse to continue speaking. If she continued, she was afraid that she would be more


    depressed and might burst into tears. “You... Do you have anything else?”


    Vincent kept silent again for a moment as if he had realized something. Then there was no kid’s or


    women’s voice on the phone. “Nothing else. That’s it.”


    “Okay! Then, good night,” Le said softly.


    However, neither of them hung up the phone. Le was waiting for him to hang it up first, and Vincent


    didn’t hang it up either.


    One minute passed.


    Le stared at the screen, all the time. Another minute passed, and she saw the phone was hung up.


    She inhaled deeply and put the phone on the desk. She looked around the study, which was empty,


    familiar, and strange. The huge study was so cold and quiet.


    She picked up a cooperation management book and read it for a moment, and then put it back. She


    went to the bathroom to take a shower. Then she returned to the bedroom andy down. She was


    sleepless the whole night--


    Time passed so slowly. She didn’t know when the week would pass finally. She was counting the days


    but only three days had passed.


    Every evening, she was learning taekwondo skills from Arthur. Le seemed to have learned anything.


    Three days had passed already. Besides stretching her ligaments, she also hopped up and down and


    warmed up, which seemed to be all of her lessons. It made her quiet down.


    Finally, on the fourth day, Arthur started to teach her new things -- the gist of confrontation.


    Unavoidably, they two got the physical contact, which made it difficult for Le to adapt. However, when


    seeing Arthur behaves quite naturally, she felt that she had been too unreasonable.


    Holding Le’s hand, Arthur said, “Yes, like that. Put your hand here, and your foot should kick out


    sideways quickly!”


    “Like this?” Le had a try.


    “Yeah! Smart!” Arthur nodded. “I’ll teach you the airstrike. You can get too familiar with the technical


    movements first. This kind of exercise can continuously consolidate the correct power stereotypes of


    technical movements and continuously strengthens conditioned reflexes. It also contains various forms


    of airstrikes, which can be practiced alone or in multiple yers. Please practice it first. Then we will


    practice it together.”


    When Le walked out of the taekwondo gymnasium, she felt the soreness all over her body.


    “Can you hold on?” asked Arthur.


    “Sort of. I just felt worn out.” Le heaved a sigh weakly.


    “Come on. Let’s go for dinner together!” She had dinner with Arthur every night after the course these


    days. And it was always his treat, so they went to the high-end restaurant all the time. This time, Le


    shook her head.


    “It’s on me today. I want to eat some snacks.”


    “The snacks? Arthur frowned. “Aren’t you going to take me to the night market street of F City?”


    “If you don’t want to go, I’ll go there myself. I’m so starved today and I want to have mutton shashlik.”


    “Ah? Do you want to each barbecue food? We can go to South Asia Scenic Garden, where the roasted


    wholemb is served.”


    “No way! I just want to eat mutton shashlik.” It was quite rare for Le to insist.


    “All right. Let me take a look at what’s so delicious there!”


    Hence, Le took Arthur to the night market. The two were sitting at the small dining table. Arthur


    looked at peopleing and going while creasing his nose. The te looked quite a grease. “Can this


    stuff be eaten? Will we have loose bowels?”


    Le shook her head. “Everyone eats it in this way.”


    “How to eat it?” Arthur frowned.


    Le enjoyed the dinner indeed. She was indeed starved. Unexpectedly, she would feel so hungry after


    working out. Taekwondo was truly a strong confrontational exercise. She had just kicked for an hour but


    now she was almost starved to death.


    Arthur took a screw of mutton shashlik, which looked good and tasted good, too. Just the sanitary


    condition wasn’t so good. From his childhood, he had never eaten anything in such a kind of ce. He


    carefully took a bite. “Ehn! It tastes good, way too spicy though.”


    “What have I told you? It’s indeed tasty.” Le enjoyed it so much.


    As a result, Arthur had trouble with diarrhea that night.


    On the second day, Le didn’t see Arthur in the gym. After the ss, Coach Koby told her that Arthur


    was in the hospital.


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    “Why is he in the hospital?”


    “He suffers from diarrhea,” said Coach Koby, “He asked me to tell you that he would rather die than


    eating things on the snack stand.”


    “Ah--” Le gaped. “I’m totally fine. I don’t have diarrhea at all. How could he scour?”


    “Different people have different degrees of resistant bacteria.”


    “Uh! He’s so namby-pamby, isn’t he? Which hospital is he in now?”


    “First Hospital.”


    After the ss, Le went to First Hospital. She looked for the Gastroenterology department, and then


    she bought a bouquet. She asked for Arthur’s ward number but was informed that she couldn’t go to


    see him now.


    “Why not? I’m his friend.” Le was surprised.


    “I’m sorry, Miss. Just now a gentleman went into the ward, and we’re informed to block other visitors.


    How about the wait for a while? After the gentlemanes out, we’ll ask Mr. Lane if he wants to see


    you,” the nurse exined to her politely, but still refused her.


    Le looked at the Medical Guidance Desk and found that Arthur was in a VIP ward.


    So those VIP wards were for the rich, but the nurses were too snob, weren’t they?


    Le nodded. Then she went into a corner.


    After ten minutes or so, she looked over at the ward from time to time. Suddenly, she saw a familiar


    figure and she gaped -- it was Vincent.


    Le’s heart hammered. It was indeed him.


    She immediately took a step back. Standing in the corner, she watched Vincente out from one of


    the wards.


    It was him indeed! She was confirmed again.


    She didn’t move until watched Vincent go into the elevator, and he didn’t find her at all.


    Didn’t he say that he woulde back in a week? How could hee back in only three days?


    For a moment, she dared not to stay there longer. Walking down from the stairs, she made sure that


    Vincent hade out from the elevator. Then she hailed a cab to go back home.


    However, after going into the vi, she didn’t see Vincent’s car at all. She asked the guard, “Did Mr.


    Whitee back?”


    “No, he didn’t.” The guard shook his head.


    “I see.” Disappointed, Le went back to the house.


    Then she received a call from Arthur. “Lexi, how ruthless are you! I almost died from diarrhea, but why


    didn’t youe to see me?”


    Le heaved a sigh and answered on the phone, “I went to see you earlier, but the nurse stopped me.


    So I couldn’t do anything and came back home, Mr. Lane.”


    “Have you been here earlier?” Arthur was a bit surprised.


    “Yes, I have,” Le said, “I was told a gentleman had entered the ward, so I was forbidden to go in.”


    “Oh! That’s our boss.”


    “Your boss?” Le pretended to be shocked and eximed. Once again, she was confirmed that he


    hade back.


    “Forget it. Why don’t youe over now?” said Arthur.


    “Now?” Le directly rejected. “I need to go to work tomorrow. I don’t want to go out now.”


    “I see. No problem. See you tomorrow.” Arthur hung up the phone.


    Le looked at the watch and the time was half past nine in the evening. She pulled out her phone and


    entered a message: “How are you”.


    However, starting at the phone, she hesitated to send it out.


    She put the phone again on the tea table. She turned on the TV and watched it, feeling bored. Half an


    hour passed, she looked out and nothing happened. She took over the phone and the three words still


    reminded me. Actually, she wanted to ask him: “Have youe back?”


    She wondered why he didn’te home and what he was doing now.


    She put the phone on the table again, and then picked it up. Gritting her teeth, she sent it out.


    However, she didn’t receive a reply immediately.


    After an unknown long while, suddenly the message tone of her phone rang and a message came in.


    He only replied with two words: “Not good.”


    Le stared at the phone nkly. Then she entered a few words and sent them out: “What’s wrong?”


    “Busy!” His message was still quite short.


    At this moment, Vincent was at the airport, waiting for the flight to Japan. He would board the ne in a


    few minutes. When waiting in the VIP lounge, he received Le’s message, so he replied to her.


    He just came back for the time being to sign a contract. Now he was heading back. Before he left, he


    went to the hospital and visited Arthur.


    He received another message from Le: “When will youe back? I’ll buy you some tonic food and


    get you some refreshment.”


    He stared at the screen, his eyes darkened. He wanted to reply to her, but the announcement informed


    him that it was time to board the ne. He turned off the phone and put it away in his pocket. Vincent


    boarded.


    Without receiving his reply, Le thought perhaps he was pretty busy. However, she wondered how


    busy he was so he even didn’te home for a rest. Was he staying in HJ Hotel or some woman’s


    house?


    For another night, Le was sleepless again.


    In three days, she didn’t see Arthur in the gym. Neither did she go to the hospital to see him. She


    always looked quite down and weak these days, and she always felt depressed and disappointed.


    Vincent didn’t send her any message after that day. When she sent messages to him, she got no reply.


    Neither did hee back.


    Le came out from the taekwondo gymnasium this evening. Since she felt tired, she went back to


    Pearl Community.


    This was the first time that she went back to Pearl Community after Vincent was gone. Recalling that


    he changed the lock, she couldn’t help curling up her lips into a smile. She guessed that he must felt


    frustrated because he was interrupted by her mother, so he insisted on changing the lock.


    The insect noises outside the window sounded quite loud in the quiet night. Everything was quiet,


    making her feel that she would be swallowed by the shades of the night if being careless. On such a


    dark night, she temporarily calmed down from the impetuous world.


    Since she had seen him, another three days had passed. She wondered where he was now.


    Eleven o’clock in thete night.


    It was getting quite dark, as thick as the dried ink.


    At the airport.


    The camerashes were constantly shing.


    From the exit of the cabin, a tall and strong man walked out gradually. Beside him, an enchanting


    woman was wrapping the man’s arm tightly. Suddenly, the woman bent over and eximed, “Ouch!


    Vincent! My belly hurts!”


    Vincent frowned slightly. Still, he asked, “Are you not feeling well?”


    At this moment, the paparazzi grasped the chance and took photos. Vincent creased his brows. He


    came back at eleven at night because he didn’t want to see the paparazzi. Unexpectedly, he still met


    some of them, which made him quite unhappy.


    Grabbed the woman’s hand, he half-dragged her out of the airport and got in the car. The car stopped


    in front of the HJ Hotel, followed by the paparazzi. They also took photos that Vincent entered the hotel


    with the woman in his arms.


    Then minutester.


    Vincent was standing next to the French Window, the white curtain flying upwards in the night breeze.


    He was looking at the night view of the whole F City from the top.


    In the bathroom of the room, it looked quite erotic. However, he didn’t have any interest at all. With a


    sneer, Vincent walked to sit down on the sofa, lit up a cigar, and started smoking.


    Shortly, the sound of the running water stopped. Meredith walked out wrapped in a bath towel instead


    of wearing anything. The proportions of her figure looked perfect.