Love Comes To Me
Chapter 442: Beauty throws her arms around you

When we arrived at the hospital, Hector asked, "I'll stay and do the tests with you?"

Rupert shook his head like a rattle, "No, brother, you should go back to work, it's getting late."

"Your Legs..."

Rupert pointed to the doctor and nurse and said nonchalantly, "It's enough to have them, you won't be of much help here anyway." Hector was speechless and threw him a line, "Who cares about you."

Turn around and walk away.

Hector had no choice but to call on Aisly to look after Rupert.

Naturally, Aisly agreed, but at the same time, she was envious of the brothers' relationship.

It's not that the gentry don't have family ties, and looking at these two brothers it's clear that's not the case.

Two hours had passed since the inspection and Aisly asked, "Are you going to have your brother come and pick you up?"

"No, I don't want to go back yet."

Aisly was silent and was wondering what this big prince was up to again.

I haven't been out for a long time and I'm getting mouldy at home.

I may have grown mushrooms in my hair, so help me."

...

Aisly was speechless and politely said, "I have other work to do, so Mr Rupert would be better off asking your family to show you around."

Rupert watered, "Isn't it your job to look after me, you don't have to replace that excuse if you want to get rid of me, I'm so sad."

"That's not what I meant ..."

"You are, you just don't like me."

Rupert said downcastly, "Never mind, I shouldn't have bothered you, it's my fault, I'll go shopping on my own, you don't have to worry about me."

Aisly watched in awe as he rocked his wheelchair and strained to move forward.

The back has so many ... fallen, and at once the heart is good and funny.

Aisly chased after him, helped him push his wheelchair and begged for mercy, "Okay, okay, I'll show you around."

Rupert's face instantly burst into a smile worthy of the sun, brightening Aisly's eyes.

Then they went out of the hospital and under Rupert's direction they wandered three streets and ate eight things before Rupert had to go to the clothes shop. Aisly looked at his immobile legs and couldn't help but say, "Are you sure you want to go to the costume shop dressed like that?"

"Yeah, too, but you can buy it if I don't." Rupert said matter-of-factly.

Aisly flatly refused, "I'm not short of clothes."

"That's too bad, I'll give it to you if you want it." Rupert licked his lips.

"Don't."

Rupert muttered, "Why, yes."

"There's no such thing as why, there's no reward."

Rupert smiled with an arched eyebrow, "You've done your job and taken good care of me, I'm happy with that, does that count as merit?" "It's my job, what I'm supposed to do, well Mr Rupert, enough about that."

Aisly's head was spinning, and she stopped the conversation for fear that Rupert would be pestering her for more.

Rupert manoeuvred his wheelchair around and faced Aisly head-on.

"What for?"

Aisly couldn't help but feel creeped out in the face of Rupert's sudden turn.

Rupert smiled faintly, "Just wanted to see your face."

Aisly's face heats up a little, not daring to meet Rupert's eyes.

Subconsciously moving forward, they forget that they are still waiting for the green light.

In a flash of lightning, Rupert reached out quickly and pulled Aisly to him with one hand.

A car sped past her.

Aisly turned pale with fear and flung herself into Rupert's arms, her heart beating like a drum.

"There, there, it's all right." Rupert patted her back, comforting her.

It was the first time he had held Aisly, she looked thin but her body was soft and had a kind of boney stop.

A small one, just enough to fill his arms in its entirety.

Rupert smelled the scent of her hair and couldn't help but feel a little bit of a rush.

Aisly calmed down and looked up, meeting Rupert's dark, deep eyes.

Instantly, the heart beats faster than it did a moment ago.

The two were in an extremely ambiguous position, with Aisly clutching Rupert's shirt and her whole body looking like she was sitting in his arms. Rupert put his arm around her waist to prevent her from falling.

In this way, their faces were almost pressed together.

Aisly woke up like a dream when she heard Rupert's breath close at hand and bounced up like a cannonball.

Barely able to control his mind, he forced himself to be calm and said, "Sorry, thanks."

These two sentences are somewhat inexplicable, but Rupert understands them.

Hanging back, he laughed, "No matter, I'm happy when beauty throws herself at me."

Aisly looked down and whispered, "I'll walk you back."

Just then, the signal light jumped to green.

Aisly pushed Rupert across the road, her heart in turmoil, her hands gripping the wheelchair so hard that her bones were white.

And Rupert, who had been chattering away, didn't say anything this time, sitting quietly in his wheelchair as if he were asleep. There is only the sound of wheelchair wheels, rolling on the floor.

Round and round it went, as if pressing over Aisly.

The two just walked along in silence.

It wasn't until she saw the Rogers family cottage that Aisly was relieved to have finally arrived.

She pushed Rupert through the door, thinking her task was complete, and thought to leave quickly.

As this is already the Rogers family, someone will come and look after them Mr Rupert.

In fact, according to Aisly's professionalism, she should have sent the man in, but now, she was completely out of the mood.

Now all I want to do is get away and get away from this person quickly.

"Here it is, Mr Rupert, I'll leave you to it." Aisly explained, and turned to prepare to leave.

Rupert's voice rang out lazily behind him, "You won't see me in?"

Aisly's body stiffened, "This is your house already, there's no danger."

She took another step, but could not walk.

Because Rupert took her hand, warm skin touching, Aisly's heartbeat, once again, went haywire.

"Mr Rupert, it's time for me to go back to the hospital."

Aisly's voice had a hint of a tremor, the result of a desperate attempt to suppress it. She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she should lose her temper. Rupert didn't say anything for a long time, but he didn't let go of her either.

Aisly found it too torturous to understand what Rupert meant by this.

As far as she knew, the prince was always dry.

Although his personality is somewhat unconventional, he is not bad by nature and may seem cynical, but he actually has his own opinions.

Anyone else would have said Rupert was a playboy, whereas she felt that Rupert was full of good qualities.

Aisly tried to cover her face, jerked her hand and didn't jerk it back.

She bit her lip and said again, "Mr Rupert, I really should go."

"Aisly," Rupert said in one word, "do you want to try, to go out with me?"