Chapter 125 Want To Hug?

Thousands

of degrees?

This was not possible!

Meray

When Brend and Madelynn were together, they were still wearing leather jackets with logos of professional racing teams.

ople with a degree of myopia in the thousands could never become professional race car

drivers.

Beatrice was momentarily unable to determine the truth, wondering if it was just a trick played by Brend.

She pondered for a few seconds, then looked up at Brend. He happened to be looking at the movie, allowing her to see the lens clearly from a different angle.

Through the lens, Beatrice felt a little dizzy and disoriented when looking at things.

Brend was unlikely to pretend either.

Moreover, Caden was not surprised when he wore glasses, indicating that he was truly nearsighted.

Brend focused on the movie and pointed to a certain spot, saying, "Look at this, it didn't hurt the bone, SO it's not a big problem, just a little awkward walking these days." Beatrice glanced over and happened to catch sight of his wrist, which was clean and showed no trace of wearing a watch.

But she vividly remembered Monica telling her that Sara would custom-make watches for her crush every now and then.

To please someone you like, you must give them something they like.

If Brend really liked watches, he would definitely wear them all year round, and there would inevitably be marks left on his wrist.

Beatrice thought for a while and decided to give it a try. She rolled her wheelchair closer to Brend.

Brend was startled when he turned around and saw Beatrice standing so close to him, he almost jumped out of his chair. "Why did you suddenly come so close?"

"I found, Dr. Goodman, that your wrist was very beautiful and suitable for wearing a watch."

As she spoke, Beatrice reached out to touch Brend's wrist, to see if he had wiped something on it.

Little did she know, before her hand could even touch Brend, the wheelchair was pulled back by

someone.

She immediately turned her head and found that Caden, who had been drinking tea just now, had somehow stood behind her wheelchair, holding onto the handle with one hand. She tried hard to roll the wheelchair, but couldn't turn it around. She could only purse her lips and give up.

Caden's eyes gleamed with understanding, "He never wore a watch."

and touched his wrist, saying, "I don't like wearing these. Sometimes I have

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Mards

undergo surgery,

trouble to take them off and put them on again. Besides, good watches are not cheap nowadays, and if some patients see them, they might have ideas." Beatrice looked at his unchanged

was completely in chaos. She couldn't have

not have been

that her expression was off and asked, "Why are you suddenly interested in

skipped a beat, and she quickly

wearing a nice one,

saying, "Do I have a nice wrist? Hehe, indeed, I think so too... A cold light fell, and he instantly couldn't smile

coughed twice. "Anyway, you don't have anything serious. Just don't exert too much pressure on your feet recently, and remember to change the medicine." "Um. Thank you,

dared not probe any further, and smoothly changed the subject, behaving very

to see the guest

say goodbye, the

the sky had

driver, as soon as he saw

"Uncle Caden, I will take a taxi back by myself, so as

I took a step, my feet seemed to have a mind of their own and suddenly knelt

Caden caught her in

How embarrassing!

down and couldn't lift

"It's a bit early for New Year's greetings, did I not

her teeth,

Caden grabbed her waist and lifted her up, forcing her to look directly at him. "He was

Beatrice awkwardly spoke

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I couldn't

Mer

lowered his head, bringing

brushed Beatrice's cheeks, making her feel flushed all

tighter. Their bodies were

by a car

seemingly waiting for her

her without

breath and bit

saying, "Thank

his arms in the car door and said lightly, "Get in." A very light tone, intimidating momentum that cannot

out of the hospital, and Caden raised his hand and

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