Chapter 697


    Chapter 697 Benjamin Picked Her Up


    “Let Grandaunt know too, okay? I’ll be heading down now.” Arissa nced into the ward onest time


    and left quietly, afraid that the children would follow her.


    “All right, Mrs. Graham!” Edwin snickered discreetly as he watched her leave. Lunch appointment? Mr.


    Graham never attends any of these!


    When it came to business-rted social events, it was usually Ethen who went on his boss’ behalf.


    After arriving downstairs, Arissa figured she should give Darius a call to let him know where she was


    headed.


    The phone rang shortly before the line was picked up.


    “Issa!”


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    The elderly man’s voice came through.


    “Hello, Old Mr. Graham. I just got a call from Benjamin. He wants me to attend a lunch appointment


    with him, so you don’t have toe to the hospital since I won’t be around. Well, if you doe, Gavin


    and the other kids will still be here,” the woman exined apologetically.


    “I’m already on my way,” Darius replied. “What lunch appointment is it?”


    “He didn’t say.” Arissa nced over to the entrance.


    The elderly man let out a huff. “What kind of lunch appointment could he possibly have anyway? He


    probably said that because he knows I’m nning to see you.”


    Amused by his grumbling, Arissa tried to console him while wearing a smile on her face.


    “It’s just a coincidence, Old Mr. Graham. Benjamin wouldn’t do such a thing to you on purpose!”


    “Hmph! So, you’re finally taking his side?” Darius teased her.


    Her face reddened. “I’m just stating the truth, Old Mr. Graham. He’s your son; wouldn’t you understand


    him better than I do?”


    Hearing that, he burst intoughter. “You sure have a way with words. All right, then. Go have lunch


    with him. If you’re meeting someone else, you don’t have to bother talking to them. Just focus on


    eating!”


    Arissa grinned. “Got it, Old Mr. Graham!”


    After a few more exchanges, she hung up and was about to dial Bradley’s number.


    However, Benjamin’s car appeared at that very moment, stopping right in front of her.


    The window rolled down.


    “Hop in,” he called out to her.


    Arissa hurriedly opened the door to the front passenger seat and sat down.


    “Who are we having lunch with?”


    Benjamin shot her a nce. “A friend.”


    That took her by surprise. She had thought they would be meeting a business partner.


    “You’re bringing me along to have lunch with a friend?” she asked, eyeing him.


    Benjamin’s expression remained cool. “He wants to see you.”


    Then, he leaned over to help her put on her seatbelt.


    Upon catching a whiff of his familiar scent, she felt her heart race uncontrobly.


    Benjamin’s gaze darkened when he noticed her flushed cheeks.


    He then leaned closer to her.


    “Why is your face so red?” he asked in a deep, alluring voice.


    Arissa immediately panicked and pushed him away. “Aren’t we going to meet your friend? If we’re not,


    I’m getting off. Old Mr. Graham’s making his way over with some good food!”


    The man’s eyes narrowed. “My dad came looking for you again?”


    She nced at him in return.


    “What do you mean ‘again’? He was so worried about me not feeling well that he told William to make


    me some food.”


    Benjamin studied her before letting out a scoff. “He won you over just with some food?”


    Arissa’s mouth twitched lightly. “I didn’t say anything like that. Anyway, what’s going on between you


    and your dad?”


    The man merely leaned back into his own seat and drove away from the hospital.


    Seeing him remain silent with a poker face, she pursed her lips and suppressed her curiosity.


    She then tried to call Bradley again, but all she heard in response was the operator’s robotic voice.


    Why isn’t he picking up?


    While pondering, Arissa bit her lip subconsciously, only to aggravate her prior wound by ident.


    Benjamin looked over as she hissed in pain.


    “You bit the spot?”


    “Mhm…”


    Tears threatened to spill from the woman’s eyes. It hurts so bad.


    “There’s some medicine in the car. Use it.”


    Raising his chin, Benjamin signaled toward the glovepartment.


    “I have some ointment in my purse. Mr. Bailey gave it to me.”


    “Use it then. Do you have antiseptic? If you don’t, there’s a bottle inside there along with some cotton


    buds,” the man stated while focusing on the road.