The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning by Max Charming Chapter 1030
After a two-and-a-half-hour movie, Blake and Liam ended up in a packed elevator. Blake winced as someone accidentally stepped on her foot. Liam quickly guided her to a less crowded spot, asking, “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Hang in there, just a little longer.”
“Okay.” Blake found solace behind Liam, their hands finding each other’s. She glanced up at him, her heart fluttering.
When they finally reached the ground floor, Liam did not let go of her hand, his brow furrowed slightly. Blake had noticed him closing his eyes now and then during the movie.
“Is everything alright? You don’t look too good,” Blake expressed her concern. Liam looked a bit worn out, and shook his head, “I’m okay. Let me take you home.”
Blake recalled a text from her mom and asked, “Is it your headache again?”
Liam’s pained expression reminded Blake of a weary golden retriever, endearing yet pitiful. He gave a weak smile and said, “Just need to take my medicine back at home.”
“I can’t let you suffer like this. Let’s get you some medicine. I know how bad headaches can get. Let’s go, I’ll help you out.” Blake insisted.
“I…”
Before Liam could protest, Blake took his hand and guided him out of the building. At that moment, Liam’s gaze remained fixed on Blake unbeknownst to her.
In a nearby parked car, Kevin and Susan watched them leave. Susan remarked, “Isn’t that Blake? No wonder she left right on time, she’s meeting her boyfriend.”
“He does look pretty handsome,” Susan added, glancing at Kevin, who seemed displeased. Blake quickly bought Liam headache medicine and a bottle of water.
“This always works for me and it’s gentle on the stomach,” Blake explained, handing Liam two pills.
Blake noticed Liam hesitated and she urged, “Go ahead, take them.”
“Okay.”
Liam seemed a bit out of it, either from the headache or something else. As he took the pills, his lips brushed against her palm, leaving Blake momentarily stunned.
“Don’t forget to drink some water,” Blake reminded Liam, unscrewing the bottle cap and holding it to his lips, noticing he kept his hands in his pockets.
“You’re not running a fever, are you? Let me check,” Blake said, reaching up to Liam’s forehead.
Liam instinctively bent down, allowing Blake to touch his forehead. Comparing it to her own, she concluded, “No fever, probably just stress from overworking. This medicine should help. You’ll feel better soon.”
“Thanks,” Liam murmured.
“I should get you home. Wouldn’t want you passing out on me. Where’s your place?” Blake inquired, genuinely concerned.
