Chapter 22

"I'm okay, Aunt Mindy is here to take care of me, she'll take care of me so don't worry. It's late, maybe he's looking for you there."

I say, "Mindy."

"Hmm?"

"I genuinely apologize,"

She eventually whispered in my ear, "It's okay Elyse, I don't have a problem watching over Elizabeth, but there's only one problem here, the hospital payment."

I touched her on the shoulder, "Ah, is that so? Don't worry, I'll take care of the bills."

It only nodded and grinned, saying, "Looks like I really need to go. Just phone me anytime in case there's a problem or if Elizabeth and you need anything."

I kissed her on the cheek and handed Mindy the money first, saying, "Sweetie mommy is leaving, be kind."

I laughed as I added, "It got wet from the rain, just expose it to the light maybe it's still okay."

She replied, "All okay, thank you, Elyse. I noticed Sir Xander's automobile was still there when I left the hospital, so I slowly walked over to it and shook the window.

I tried to open the automobile door after a few more knocks were unsuccessful since I had the odd notion that it might be open.

He was sitting in his chair with his eyes closed as I walked in.

I was shocked by my dumb query, "Is he asleep?" I was frightened by it.

I questioned him, "Sir? Are you genuinely asleep or are you just pretending?" I didn't know I was gaping as I fixed my attention on his entire face. Even from a distance, it still looks attractive. It is attractive when you look at it.

Maybe I just wasn't paying attention because I tend to focus more on someone's demeanor than their face when they are asked a question and don't respond.

Mrs. Ferreer, who is his mother, has the same nose that he does. Perhaps his father passed on the habit to him.

I gently shook his shoulder and said, "Hey, wake up," but he was still dozing off.

Will we leave before he wakes up or will I have to wait for him to wake up? I was baffled.

I simply gave my head a scratch and reclined. I spotted a small leaf hanging out of the end of my hair, so I glanced there. It was mine to throw out the window, so I did.

I was contemplating something when my two eyes jerked to his underwear. Was I thinking that? Does it appear that I want to observe how it appears? He was he circumcised?

I stopped laughing since it appeared that I was imagining things. I raised my hand and hesitantly drew it towards the bulge in the center of it.

Imagine if he awakens. Eh, can I still be confused with this many people?

I'm not that way! When I encounter an asexual person for the first time, I'm just intrigued about how they appear because I had no idea that such a person existed.

He looked at one of my hands holding the zipper of his pants and said, "What are you doing?"

Because of that, I felt as though I had been given a chilly drink.

I swallowed the words one after another because I had no idea what to say, but at least ah and eh came out of it! I would have done it if I could have fed the ground.

I was unable to properly address him as I slowly withdrew my hand. I've already had this embarrassing event.

I suddenly came to life because—wasn't that wrong? Perhaps what I did was okay; I'm not abusing him; I'm just inquisitive. Just wondering! Why am I so anxious?

I started to say, "Uhm, I'm just curious if--" but stopped because my stomach started to grumble. I'm not sure if I'll feel sick to my stomach with annoyance or gratitude right now.