Chapter 965
Ellinor was thrilled that she was finally about to get rid of Balfour at the subway station.
She checked out the traffic on both sides of the street, then stepped onto the sidewalk, deliberately speeding up to shake off Balfour.
Just as she was nearing the other side of the road, a car bolted out of nowhere, heading straight for Ellinor at high speed.
By the time Ellinor noticed the car, it was too late to react. Suddenly, a tall figure lunged at her, shielding her behind him.
Balfour, while protecting her, also made sure not to squash her belly. So when they fell together, he purposely twisted, letting Ellinor land on
him.
Then, the sound of screeching brakes and Balfour’s muffled grunt echoed; luckily, nothing worse happened.
As Ellinor came back to her senses, she first noticed the hit-and-run car. It was a gray van.
Then she looked down at Balfour beneath her, getting up and asking. “Mr. Howard, are you okay?”
Balfour also sat up; his first instinct was not to check on himself but to comfortingly pat Ellinor’s head, “I’m okay. You can’t be this careless in the future.”
Seeing Balfour, dusty but still only concerned about her, a warm feeling welled up within Ellinor, and she bent down to help him up.
Balfour was surprised by Ellinor’s help. He stood up but didn’t put his weight on his right foot.
Being the observant girl she was, Ellinor immediately caught on and frowned, “Did that car hit your foot?”
Balfour simply shook his head, “It’s fine, as long as you’re okay.”
Ellinor was at a loss for words.
Balfour didn’t seem to care about his foot. He limped a few steps, flagged down a taxi, and then turned to Ellinor, “Get in; I’ll take you to the Blanchet villa first.”
Ellinor looked at him, nodded, and got in.
After getting in, Balfour gave the driver the address of the Blanchet villa.
But Ellinor changed the destination, “Sir, can you take us to the nearest hospital instead?”
Balfour looked at her in surprise, “I’m okay; there’s no need to go to the hospital.”
Ellinor frowned, staring ahead, “Better safe than sorry. I don’t want to owe you.”
Balfour smiled helplessly, “It’s me who owes you. I didn’t recognize you before and was rude to you. I’m sorry.”
Ellinor turned to look at Balfour. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she felt a pang of sadness before turning back to look out at the street, coldly saying, “You didn’t know who I was then, so your rudeness is understandable.”
Balfour looked at her gently, “So, have you forgiven me?”
Ellinor didn’t respond, “Let’s get your foot checked at the hospital first.”
Balfour laughed, “I’m fine. As long as you’re willing to talk to me, I don’t care if I’m injured.”
Ellinor frowned, giving him a displeased glance, “You better take care of yourself. I don’t want to be burdened with looking after you for life.”
Balfour lovingly patted her head, “Don’t worry, I’m okay. Even if I’m not, I won’t make you take care of me; as long as you’re willing to visit me occasionally, I’ll be happy.”
Ellinor was at a loss for words.
