Gibson, still inside the restaurant, gazed at a woman who was none other than Almeta. She seemed to be contemplating the offer presented by Gibson."Alright, Gibson, I accept your offer."Gibson promptly extended his hand, attempting to shake hands with the woman before him."Pleased to work with you, Almeta. I'm sure you can do it in less than a week," Gibson praised Almeta."Thank you for your trust, Gibson. I'll do it as you promised."Gibson nodded and withdrew his hand after the handshake."Alright, I have to go now."After saying that, Gibson got up from his seat and walked out of the restaurant until his steps halted upon hearing a call from someone."Hey, Gibson."Gibson turned and was surprised to see who was standing before him."Richard?"The man named Richard smiled, stepped closer, and now stood right in front of Gibson."How have you been?"Gibson furrowed his brow, not understanding why Richard was being so casual, as if he had something planned for Gibson."What's up?"
At the famous hospital, several people were currently watching a familiar woman, and they undoubtedly knew who she was. That woman was none other than Calista.Right now, Calista stood in front of the room where Gibson was being treated. Some of Calista's subordinates were also present because Calista had called them to come.Calista's gaze was fixed on Gibson through the window. Several tubes were now attached to Gibson's body, while he remained unconscious.Calista sighed, feeling a tightness in her chest as she looked at Gibson lying on the hospital bed. She had never imagined that Gibson would go through this, considering that when they first met, Gibson had appeared as a sudden hero who came to her aid."What happened, Gibson? Is that really you?" Calista continued to stare at the unconscious man with several tubes attached to him. Calista couldn't believe that this man was Gibson, but the reality was undeniable.Behind Calista, her subordinates exchanged glances. They had been s
Calista, who was filled with worry, rushed over to Gibson as he was about to wake up from his sleep. She was extremely anxious upon hearing that Gibson had been hospitalized and had to receive several stitches in his abdomen."What are you feeling right now? I'll call the doctor," Calista said, turning to leave the room.But Gibson quickly caught Calista's hand, stopping her in her tracks."No need, the nurse was here earlier when I woke up. She checked on me. I just shouldn't move too much," Gibson said, wincing in pain from the stitches on his abdomen. Perhaps the effects of the anesthesia had worn off."Really? What happened exactly? How did you get injured like this?" Calista asked, choosing to sit in a chair beside the bed.Their hands remained intertwined. Calista wore an expression of genuine concern, her forehead furrowing and her face devoid of its usual smile."I'm sorry," Gibson replied, not answering Calista's question, feeling guilty for causing her such distress."Why ap
Tonight, Gibson, who was still in the hospital, turned his head when he heard his phone ring. The phone was on the nightstand, its screen lit up as someone was calling.Despite the pain from the stitches in his abdomen, Gibson reached for his phone, determined not to let this opportunity slip away."Argh, darn it! Thanks to Richard, my stomach hurts like this. How could he do this to me?" Gibson muttered as he grabbed his phone.The phone continued to ring even as it was now in his hand. Gibson furrowed his brow when he saw a new number calling."Whose number is this?" Gibson wondered.Curious about the new number that had appeared on his phone, Gibson pressed the green button to answer the call.Once the call was connected, Gibson placed the phone near his ear."Hello," Gibson tried to greet the person on the other end. He furrowed his brow again when he realized there was no response at all.Gibson attempted to move the phone away to check if the call had been disconnected. The call
Taking a deep breath, Gibson's eyes were fixed on a package held by Callista. His suspicion grew as the package arrived without a sender's name, making him think it might be something dangerous.As Callista was about to open the intriguing package, Gibson quickly snatched it from her, surprising her and leaving her visibly irritated. Her face no longer friendly, a clear sign of her annoyance."Why did you take it, Gibson? You scared me half to death," protested Calista, clearly upset."I did it because I was worried about what might be inside. I feared it could be a bomb," defended Gibson.Calista rolled her eyes at Gibson's reasoning, finding it excessive, especially in a hospital setting, where someone giving a package would think twice about putting a bomb inside."You're overreacting, Gibson."Calista tried to take the package back from Gibson, but he held it firmly, not letting her open it."This package belongs to me, so I should be the one to open it," Gibson insisted, refusing
Gibson and Calista returned to Gibson's hospital room. After visiting his mother, who was still being treated, Gibson appeared slightly calmer and happier, especially when he saw the connection between Calista and his mother. They seemed close and genuinely fond of each other.Gibson changed his clothes and sat on his bed while Calista was preparing some apples for him."Thank you," Gibson said, gazing at Calista with warmth."This isn't even all of them. Why are you thanking me now?" Calista asked, thinking Gibson was thanking her for peeling the apples."Not for that.""Not for these apples?""Yes.""Then what are you thanking me for? I feel like I haven't done anything except peel these apples," Calista asked, puzzled."Because you were kind to my mother. It seems like she really likes you," Gibson said with a broad smile, clearly delighted with the situation. Calista placed all the peeled apples on a plate, speared a fork into a piece, and handed it to Gibson.He accepted it and t
Gibson released his embrace and carried all of his belongings from the room, leaving Calista still stunned in her place due to Gibson's actions.Shortly after, Gibson returned and snapped Calista out of her daze."Not going home? Are you comfortable here?" Gibson asked."No, let's go home now," Calista replied, following Gibson's steps.In the parking lot, Gibson and Calista argued over who would drive the car."I should drive; you're still not feeling well," Calista said to Gibson, who had already taken his car keys and opened the back door to put his bag."I've already recovered, you heard what the doctor said. So, I'll drive. Besides, you seem tired," Gibson said, opening the passenger door and gesturing for Calista to get in with a playful look."What do you mean? I'm not tired at all," Calista protested, frustrated that Gibson wasn't listening to her."Your face has been red all this time. Or do you want to go back and have the doctor check you again?" Gibson teased, rendering Ca
The late night didn't keep Gibson and Calista from enjoying themselvesThe gust of wind that came in through the glass of the car window, made Calista who was currently sitting beside Gibson, take a deep breath and let it out slowly, breathing in the air that was so refreshing after a few days in the hospital.From the way Calista inhaled the air, made Gibson know if the woman was currently enjoying the breeze that was indeed so cool without pollution, considering they were currently traveling in a pollution-free area."It's like you haven't had a breath of fresh air in weeks," mocked Gibson who took a quick glance at Calista and refocused his gaze forward.Calista who got such an insinuation certainly felt unacceptable, she also turned her body around and looked sharply at the man who was currently driving."You think being in the hospital for a few days won't make me bored? If it wasn't you lying there weak, I probably wouldn't care."Calista immediately turned her face to the side,