Chapter 25 Playing Escape Room, Gaining More Hugs
Wentworth fell silent.
Was this... throwing herself into his arms?
However, Matilda lifted her head to look at him, appearing somewhat weak. "Wentworth, I felt a bit dizzy just now. Could it be low blood sugar?"
She thought she was so clever to come up with this trick on the spot to hug him.
Wentworth immediately became nervous. "Did you skip lunch today?"
"I..." Not only had she eaten, she'd eaten 8 chicken legs—grilled, fried, pan-fried, oven-baked... prepared every possible way.
"Maybe I didn't eat enough," Matilda said against her conscience.
Wentworth immediately picked her up. "Let me carry you to your room to rest."
"Okay." Matilda took the opportunity to wrap her arms around his neck and press her body close to his, hoping to trigger more dopamine production so he could sleep well tonight.
She had specifically asked a surgeon today about the Neurodelirium Alkaloid poison. The doctor told her this poison was extremely potent—insomnia was the mild symptom, but in severe cases it could be life-threatening.
Feeling her tighten her arms around him and press against his body, Wentworth couldn't help but stiffen, his blood surging as if ignited.
Her body was so soft, like holding a delicate doll.
After carrying her back to the room, he placed her on the bed and carefully examined her complexion.
Her face was flushed—not like symptoms of low blood sugar.
He touched her forehead—no fever either.
Matilda quickly put on a delicate appearance. "Wentworth, I think I'm fine now. Sorry for worrying you."
"Are you really okay?" He was clearly still concerned.
"Really, I'm fine."
Wentworth said with some disappointment, "I was planning that since you have tomorrow off, we could go out together. I booked a really interesting activity. But if you're not feeling well, we can't go."
"A really interesting activity? What is it?" Matilda perked up immediately.
"Never mind, you can't go anyway. Better stay home and rest."
Hearing this, Matilda immediately said, "Thinking about it carefully, the reason I felt dizzy just now probably wasn't low blood sugar, but a brief fainting spell caused by emotional stress. For this kind of situation, I need to go out and relax to feel better."
Wentworth was skeptical. "Really?"
"I'm a doctor, I know my own body," Matilda said firmly.
Wentworth didn't care whether what she said was true or false—as long as she was willing to go out, that was good enough.
"Then rest well tonight, I'll..." Before Wentworth could finish, Matilda said, "Okay, you should head back then. See you tomorrow."
Wentworth fell silent.
His intention had been to stay and keep her company.
This was the first time he'd entered her room since they got married.
Some things... forget it, he couldn't rush things. Rushing would scare her and affect his image in her heart.
"Rest well then. Call me if you feel uncomfortable."
"Okay!" Matilda agreed cheerfully.
The next day.
Wentworth drove, taking Matilda out to "relax."
That morning Matilda had asked, "Where are we going to play?"
Wentworth paused, not answering right away.
Matilda didn't press him, just smiled and said, "Wherever you choose will definitely be great!"
The fact that he was taking her out meant he was seriously trying to develop their relationship.
So they happily set out.
Half an hour later, Matilda stood in front of an Escape Room shop.
She asked in shock, "Wentworth, we're here to do an escape room?"
Wentworth nodded. "I checked online. Young people nowadays all like playing these. They say it's fun and stress-relieving."
The key point was it was thrilling—following Charles's advice couldn't be wrong.
But Matilda had another understanding: some of these escape rooms had horror themes, and if someone dressed as a ghost scared her, she'd have an excuse to throw herself into his arms and hug him a few more times.
"Wentworth, did you sleep well last night?" Matilda asked.
Wentworth didn't know why she was asking, but just nodded. "I slept pretty well."
See, she knew it!
This Escape Room place was doing good business. Most customers were friends coming to play together, and if they didn't have enough people, they'd have to wait to join another group.
Unexpectedly, the young people coming to play had almost all chosen the horror-themed rooms.
If Wentworth and Matilda wanted to play, they could only enter the horror room with them.
Before going in, Wentworth asked, "Matty, are you scared?"
Matilda said, "I've never played before, so I don't know if I'll be scared."
"Stay close to me. I'm not afraid."
"Okay."
The theme of this room was haunted house exploration. The virtual scenario was set in an abandoned mental hospital from the 1950s, with seven or eight small rooms: morgue, boiler room, patient ward, mortuary, storage room, laundry room, operating room...
The backstory was: years ago, a mentally disturbed director killed all the doctors, patients, and staff in the facility during a snowstorm night, and since then it had become a legendary haunted house.
They had to get from the first room to the last within an hour to complete the challenge.
From the moment they entered, hair-raising music played inside, along with crying and screaming sounds.
Five or six other boys and girls entered with them, and they were frightened from the start.
"So scary!"
"Look, there's a body up ahead!"
"Oh my god, this is the operating room."
The group carefully made their way through, but suddenly the "corpse" on the operating table sat up.
The boys and girls screamed and huddled together.
Wentworth immediately took Matilda's hand.
Having seen real corpses before, he wasn't scared at all—in fact, he found this "corpse" somewhat comical, because when the actor sat up, his abdomen lacked strength and he had to prop himself up with his hand.
However, seeing the others ahead were frightened, he still held her hand tightly, worried she might be scared too.