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He registered the ount and named it “T.” For the profile picture, he took a quick shot that caught his shoulder, carlobe, and half of his neck.
As he exined everything to Tracy, he also took a picture of her painting of snow on bamboo, made a quick video, and uploaded it.
Tracy had never seen anything like it before and was <i>so </i>fascinated that two hours flew by.
She finally snapped out of it when she saw it was dark and remembered she had to get back to the Jackman Vi.
She knew she had to get back early, since Walter was moving back because of her.
Before leaving, she changed Ronald’s bandages.
With injuries that bad, most people would’ve been stuck in bed, but he still went out to buy groceries, cooked, and even kept the ce spotless.
Just how used <i>to </i>pain was he to manage all that?
While Tracy was tending to his wounds, Ronald took her phone and adjusted the newly registered ount.
Then a notification suddenly popped up at the top of the screen. Without thinking, Ronald tapped it.
The moment the message opened, he froze.
He turned to Tracy, who was still tending to his injury. “CeeCee…”
Tracy looked up and saw what was on the phone screen.
Her eyes flickered, and she held up her hand, which was covered in medicine and blood. “Can you open that for me?”
Ronald paused, his smile widening.
He tapped the voice message, and a man’s voice came through. “Tracy, the third of
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next month is my dad’s birthday. You’ve always wanted to meet my parents, right? I want to introduce you to them then. Will you give me that chance? I have something very important to tell you at that time.”
The gentle voice and ambiguous words seemed to be a deliberate hint.
Ronald’s smile suddenly became stiff, and a dark flicker passed through his clear
eyes.
Tracy didn’t notice, lost in thought as she looked at Chris’s message.
She had brought up wanting to meet Albert and Felicia several times before, but Chris always made an excuse. Now he was the one bringing it up.
Chances were, this birthday party was no simple invitation.
She knew that, but she had to see Albert and Felicia!
“Help me reply. Tell him I’ll be there.”
After saying that, she went back to applying the medicine as if it wasn’t a big deal.
Ronald replied as she told him to and then saw that the only contact in her messages was the “Chris” who had just messaged her.
He looked at Tracy curiously. “Who is this Chris?”
Tracy didn’t stop what she was doing. She answered nonchntly, “He’s the only son of the Woodwards. A rich guy.”
Ronald had never heard of the Woodwards from Cloudville, but he could tell from the man’s greasy message that he wasn’t a good person.
Ronald frowned, “He doesn’t sound like a good guy. You should be careful not to let him fool you, CeeCee,”
Tracyughed at that. “He’s way richer than me. Couldn’t I be the one fooling
him?”
“No way.” Ronald shook his head without hesitation. “You’re not that kind of person.”
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She looked into his clear eyes. “You’ve never met Chris, and we’ve only known each other for two days. Why do you trust me so much?”
Ronald’s eyes were full of sincerity. “Because I’m not blind. I don’t just see with my eyes; I also see with my heart.”
Tracy couldn’t be sure if he was being truthful, but she couldn’t deny that she was touched by his words.
When everyone learned she was close to Chris, they all thought she was a gold digger trying to get in with the Woodwards. Even Andrew, whom she’d known her whole life, thought the same.
But Ronald, a person she’d only known for two days, believed in her without hesitation.
Tracy looked down and blinked away the tears in her eyes.
“You think too highly of me. Maybe I really am a gold digger.”
She told herself that being a gold digger was better than desperately wanting a family’s love that didn’t exist.
Catching the chill in her tone, Ronald wisely dropped the subject.
Even though he tried to hide it, his wounds had begun to reopen.
Tracy frowned as she finished applying the medicine. “Don’t move around until your wounds are healed. I’ll clean the ce when I get home from work.”
Ronaldughed at her words.
Tilting his head, he looked at her with bright eyes. “Does that mean you want to support me, CeeCee?”
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eyes were clear and innocent, aplete contrast to his battered body.
Tracy met his gaze, finding nothing else hidden in those eyes.
After a long pause, she said, “I can’t even support myself, so how could I have
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Ronald blinked and said firmly, “I’m not a freeloader. I can cook, clean the house, and doundry. I don’t eat much, I work hard, and I can earn money. Why don’t you think about it again, CeeCee?”
Tracy looked down and started cleaning up the used medicine. “If you’re so capable, then get better quickly and don’t be a burden to me.”