One Night Surprise Novel

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 glanced 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 collapsed 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.”

A complicated look flashed 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.

hour later, 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

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

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

looked up from the book and glanced at

to be walking about with you with this useless leg, can you? Have mercy on

book he was reading with a ‘thump’. It was a book written in French that looked very difficult to understand. More than 10 minutes later, his assistant, Josh, dropped by to confirm that he was not going

might as well use it now.” While trying out the wheelchair, Courtney nearly spat out a mouthful of

considerately covered her legs with a blanket. Inside the elevator, she couldn’t help

hers was instantly confirmed by the nosy ladies in the community 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

worn out from the friction. She fawningly glanced at Alexander. “Let’s go somewhere else.” I must never speak on a whim again; I only

during their stroll. Therefore, he wanted to change

supermarket there, and a park on that

be any different

supermarket then.” She covered her face nervously. “Hopefully, nobody

happens that we are out of eggs.

glanced at him. “Can we not buy eggs? What else can

ten eggs. Moreover, all of them were fully cooked hard-boiled eggs. She nearly choked to death

pushed the wheelchair while mulling over it for a while. “I can try cooking something else. I studied some

mean by ‘not that difficult’.” You

a packet of potatoes and green peppers that were pre-cut into strips and packed in a plastic box.