NovelEndChapter 1667 Felicity slept like she hadn't in ages.
Waking up, she felt a world of difference in her body, as if the sickness had decided to pack its bags and leave.
Lingering in bed for a moment, lost in a daze, she then remembered guests were coming over today! No tfor lazing around. Jumping out of bed, she quickly changed out of her wrinkled pajamas and headed out of the bedroom.
In the living room, Ms. Sanchez was wiping down the table while Mr. Lopez chatted her up, both lost in their little bubble of affection. And there was Miles.
He was brewing her a cup of tea. Tea? Felicity, ever so sharp, connected the dots immediately.
After greeting Ms. Sanchez, she dashed into the kitchen.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Did Langston and Calvin swing by earlier?" It was too much of a coincidence. Calvin mentioned bringing her tea, and now here was Miles, making it! "Yeah," he didn't bother hiding it.
"Where is he now? Did he say anything?" Felicity was worried. Calvin had a mouth on him-loud and uncontrollable! Definitely not as sharp as Miles.
If he had any intentions, drawing sinformation out of Calvin wouldn't be hard.
"What are you afraid of?" Instead of answering, Miles turned to face her squarely.
He towered over her, making Felicity feel like she had no ground to stand on, almost as if he could pick her up with a mere lift of his hand.
She shrank back a little, managing a nervous laugh, "Nothing, just asking." "Are you worried he might misunderstand something between us? Or are you worried he might get jealous?" The moment he spoke, Miles couldn't hide the bitterness in his voice.
He was bothered.
Calvin's words, his relationship with Felicity, it felt like a thorn lodged deep within him.
Painful to leave in, painful to pull out, and painful at even the slightest touch.
Over time, it could even get infected, still painful.
Faced with such a pointed question, Felicity didn't know how to respond and looked down.
Thankfully Ms. Sanchez cin to break the tension, smiling as shez took Felicity's hand, "Langston, weren't you making Felicity stea? Brew a bit more. The herbalist is on his way." en Miles' expression softened at the mention.
He was reminded of the primary reason for his visit to Anglonia.
"Alright." Felicity breathed a sigh of relief, allowing Ms. Sanchez to lead her to the living room.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Ms. Sanchez, is your condition serious? I asked Langston, but I couldn't understand what he said." It was in English, but it didn't make sense.
"Don't mind him. Ever since you two broke up... he's been a bit off." "Come, sit! We'll have the herbalist check you as well." Felicity, first.
Serious-faced, replied, condition seems et I actually feel much after that sleep." And it was true.
That sleep had been incredibly restorative.
"Mine's complex; yours is simple. Let's just go with the flow." "Fair enough." Without overthinking, Felicity didn't object.
Why not see the herbalist? As they chatted on the living room couch, the doorbell rang.
Just as Felicity stood to answer it, she noticed Langston had already beaten her to it.
The herbalist at the door indeed looked the part-professional and authoritative. Dorothy stood up, and Π. Felicity followed her lead. "Let's start with her. Felicity's been under my situation can wait got weather for a while, andet time."
Understanding her son's eagerness, she subtly signaled the herbalist.
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