Actually, she wasn't so fragile; this little injury was nothing much to her.
Oliver Johnson took her to a nearby hospital for wound cleaning.
"Thank you, Mr. Johnson." Sophie Smith sat in the car, with a hint of apology on her face, "You should hurry to the social event, don't let me be the reason for..."
"It's okay." Before she finished, he interrupted, "Social events are quite boring anyway, it doesn't matter if I go or not."
Sophie Smith didn't know what to say, she just silently lowered her head and looked at the darkened phone screen.
"You're waiting for a call?" Oliver Johnson felt that he could never quite figure out the woman in front of him. She had a beautiful appearance and a calm mind, always maintaining a certain distance from people, giving him the feeling of being able to admire from afar but not intrude.
"Oh, no." She discreetly tucked the phone into her handbag.
