Chapter 22 Promise To His Dead Friend
Ethan probably listened for a while and understood the whole story. Ziyan's filming was not going well today, and she was criticized and was also targeted by a senior in the circle, who complained to him and wanted to ask him for support.
Because the play that Ziyan was filming was one of the investment projects of Wanying Group.
Ethan looked at Lilly on the bed. Her peaceful sleeping face and the crying voice on the phone were like two extremes, tearing his mind.
He frowned, and a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes. Lilly's condition is now stable. Although he still wants to stay here, Ziyan is a promise he made to his dead friend, and he can't ignore it.
Ethan replied, "I know," and hung up the phone. Then he stood up, took out a business card from his pocket, put it on the table, turned to Yuli, and said, "I still have things to deal with. If she has any situation, please inform me as soon as possible."
Yulia was stunned by his solemn tone of request, and then nodded, "Okay, if the situation is serious."
After he left, she stayed with Lilly from day to night. Lilly woke up slowly.
Lilly slowly opened her eyes, her nose filled with a very strong smell of disinfectant. She looked at the white curtains and the white quilt covering her body, "...Huh? I went to the hospital?"
After saying that, she propped up her body in a daze and wanted to sit up.
"Awake? How do you feel?" Yulia carefully avoided Lilly's hand that was hanging the water, and helped her up to lean against the head of the bed.
"Well, much better, not so dizzy." Lilly pressed her head and shook it gently, "Wait, I went to the hospital, and Ethan..."
"He just left." Yulia interrupted her and said.
"Left? Does that mean he really showed up? I thought it was a dream again..." Lilly excitedly wanted to grab Yulia's hand, and the needle on her right hand was pulled, which hurt her, and she squeaked.
"It's true. He just left. It seems that his adopted daughter called. What's the matter?" Yulia said and confirmed again, "I remember you said that his adopted daughter's name is Ziyan, right?"
Hearing this, Lilly's expression suddenly darkened, and she let go of Yulia's hand in a deflated manner, "Yes, Ziyan."
Yulia saw her frowning and looked melancholy, and couldn't help but say, "Lilly, although I don't like people like him, I won't blacken him behind his back. Let me tell you, he sent you to the hospital, and he showed that he cared about you."
"Oh. Of course he cared." Lilly laughed, "Because I am responsible for the food of his dear Ziyan baby."
"Lilly..." Yulia wanted to say something else, but Lilly didn't want to listen anymore. She hurriedly lowered her head and rummaged through her pockets, looking for her mobile phone, but she couldn't find it after searching for a while.
"Yulia, where's my phone?"
"I left it in the apartment." Yulia asked in confusion, "Why are you looking for your phone?"
Lilly answered anxiously, "I made an appointment with Karl yesterday to have dinner with him at 7 p.m. to discuss the reason why I always fail to practice new songs. He will bring a friend, who is said to be the director of Youren Records. I have to seize the opportunity to ask for advice."
"You can't go," Yulia took out his mobile phone and pointed to the time on the screen, "It's 7:30, and you still have a bottle of water to hang up. This bottle of water will take two hours. By the time you go there, the dessert will have been eaten."
Lilly's face was bitter, so she had to listen to Yulia, call Karl to apologize, and honestly explain the situation of her illness.
Karl wanted to rush over as soon as he heard that she was sick. Lilly persuaded him with all her words and came to the hospital to visit her.
After all, no matter how serious the fever is, it usually only takes two days of infusion to recover.
"Karl treats you well. Why don't you consider him?" Yulia listened to their conversation word for word and asked after Lilly hung up the phone.
Lilly seemed to have heard a joke, "What are you considering! He's my friend, an absolutely good friend! He's ten years older than me!"
"Oh, I remember you said Ethan White is also ten years older than you. How come there is no age limit for him?" Yulia teased.
Lilly was speechless; Ethan's name always messed up her heart as soon as it appeared.
"Lilly, I really don't ignore him," Yulia reiterated, "Judging from his performance this time, he is really good to you."
"Haha, then please don't be nice to me," Lilly emphasized the last word with hatred, "otherwise I will really never forget him for the rest of my life."
Yulia shook his head helplessly and stopped persuading.
It would be good if Lilly could really stop thinking about Ethan White, because even a girl from an official family like her, who had been trained by her parents since childhood, felt that the safest way was to avoid or even avoid provoking a man as unpredictable as Ethan White.
The two stopped talking about Ethan White and turned to other topics.
After chatting for a while, the sky became darker. Lilly saw that Yulia had been guarding her for a day and must be very tired, so she drove her back to the apartment.
Probably because she slept too much during the day, Lilly couldn't fall asleep after lying down. She stared at the ceiling with her eyes open, and went through the melody and lyrics of the club's new song over and over again in her mind.
At this time, a slight sound of footsteps suddenly came from far away, as if someone deliberately relaxed his steps.
Lilly froze instantly. She smelled a familiar scent, the kind of scent that was like the freshness of grass after rain and the fragrance of a Tulip. She had smelled it for four years. Didn't Yulia say that he left? How could he come back again?
Lilly subconsciously closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. The next second, the sound of leather shoes tapping on the ground stopped beside her bed.
Ethan carried a bowl of millet porridge and put it on the table very gently, fearing to wake up the sleeping girl.
His eyes fell on Lilly's face and saw that the little face had regained some color and was no longer as pale as before. His heart, which had been tense since he left, finally relaxed.