Snare of Love novel Chapter 179

“Ms. Flores? Ms. Flores?”

In a daze, Dolores heard someone calling her. She gradually opened her eyes, only to find Amelia standing beside her bed with her head outstretched. Seeing that Dolores opened her eyes, she said with a smile, “You are awake.”

Dolores moved a bit and sat up on the bed. She rubbed her eyes to sober up and asked, “What’s the time now?”

“It’s noon, twelve o’clock. You’ve been sleeping for a whole morning. You should eat something.” Amelia was quite respectful to her because the young master asked her to take good care of Dolores. She didn’t dare to mistreat Dolores.

“May I have a glass of water, please?” Dolores wasn’t hungry at all. Since she just woke up, she felt her throat dried out.

“Okay.” Amelia turned around and got some water for her.

Seeing that her figure disappeared from the door, Dolores lifted the quilt and got off the bed. Her injured foot was wrapped with a bandage, and the twisted ankle was still red and swollen. She pressed it slightly with her fingers - it hurt a lot. Frowning, she realized that she couldn’t recover shortly.

She supported herself with the other uninjured foot, trying to stand up.

“Do you want to be a cripple?” She heard the man’s deep voice at the door.

Dolores raised her head and saw the man in the wheelchair.

He operated the wheelchair to enter the room, “Your ankle’s periosteum was injured. If you continue to force yourself to stand, it cannot be recovered in ten days or a half month. In case it got serious, you would be... like me.”

He raised his voice when speaking the last line of his words with a self-mockery, “It’s not a happy thing to staying in the wheelchair.”

Dolores sat back, “I’m just trying.”

“Ms. Flores, here is your water.” Amelia came back with a glass of water.

Dolores took it over and said, “Thank you, Amelia.”

“Ms. Flores, you are Young Master’s guest. Of course, I should serve you well.” Amelia smiled. When speaking, she cast a glance at Charles.

Since Dolores was in her presence, she didn’t dare to go too wild. She looked away after the single glimpse.

Dolores noticed it but pretended not to see it. She raised the glass in her hand and drank some water to ease her thirst.

“Ms. Flores, you must be hungry.” Amelia put a tray table above the quilt, “Your foot was injured and you can’t walk now. Young Master asked me to bring the dishes here.”

Dolores looked over at Charles and said, “Thank you.”

Charles raised his eyebrows, “You are welcome. It’s a big world. We should have the fate to meet each other. Just stay here and get recovered. After you’re well, I’ll send you back home. By the way, where are you from, Ms. Flores?”

“City B,” answered Dolores honestly.

She was confused - he didn’t allow her to make a phone call but he said he would send her back home.

She wondered what was in his mind.

“City B?” Charles repeated slowly. He looked at the jade bracelet on her wrist again, lost in thought.

“Excuse me, Mr. White. What’s wrong?”

Charles was brought back to his senses. He faintly smiled and said, “Nothing. I just thought of something.” He looked at Dolores’s face, “Am I quite old?”

Dolores choked up.

She was confused, wondering what he meant by his question.

“I’m only twenty-six years old. You called me Mr. White. I thought I were over thirty.” Before Dolores responded, he said, “Please call me Charles.”

Dolores was silent.

It was not proper for her to call his first name, was it? It seemed the way was too intimate.

“Why? I’ve saved your life, but you are even unwilling to call my name. You are only pleased to give me such an old title, aren’t you?” His voice was serious, but there was no reproach in his eyes.

Dolores looked down, “I just felt that it was way too intimate to call your first name.”

“Intimate? Not at all. Anyway, you can’t call me Mr. White. Do you want to address me with ‘hey’ and ‘um’?”

Dolores was amused by him.

“Come on, call my name,” said Charles with a smile.

He looked delighted as well as somewhat expectant.

Dolores pressed her lips. Since he had saved her, she thought it should be fine to just call him with his first name as a return to satisfy him. She tried to call, “Charles?”

“No surname, please.”

Dolores couldn’t help but bitching about him inwardly. He indeed had a lot of requirements, did he?