Chapter 476

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Susanna blinked awake, her vision blurry and her mind foggy. She found herself in an unfamiliar room, and it took a moment for her to remember where she was.

“Huh?”

Where was the injured guy? He was in pretty bad shape the night before. Where had he run off to?

Susanna was bewildered. She sat up and grabbed her phone to check the time. It was already past nine in the morning.

“Oh no. It’s so late!”

What did Hull say last night? Something about wanting oatmeal? And she was supposed to cook! But at this hour, was breakfast even a thing anymore?

Still rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Susanna left Hull’s room and headed downstairs, yawning.

Hull was in the living room, smoking a cigarette. He glanced up and saw Susanna running a hand through her already messy hair.

Great, now it really looked like a bird’s nest.

“You’re up?”

Susanna’s eyes widened. Hull’s voice snapped her attention back to him. As she looked at Hull, memories of the previous night came rushing back. Her gaze involuntarily drifted downwards.

Maybe everything Star said about him was true. After all, she’d spent ages tending to him the night before, and that part of his hadn’t changed a bit.

Hull followed her gaze, and his expression soured instantly.

“What are you looking at?” he asked suddenly, and Susanna snapped back to reality, quickly shaking her head. “Nothing, nothing at all.”

She tried to play it off, but internally she was full of thoughts. What a waste of a good-looking guy with a build like that, only to be, well, non-functional.

He didn’t press the issue, so Susanna coughed awkwardly. “Uh, you’re not supposed to be smoking.”

Hull raised an eyebrow. No one had ever told him that before. Was smoking really off the table because of an injury? He had no idea.

Susanna’s stomach grumbled. The kitchen was empty with no chef in sight, which meant she still had to fend for herself if Hull wouldn’t eat.

“How about I whip up something to eat?” she suggested.

Hull gave her a look. “Hmm?”

“By the time I make oatmeal, it’ll be lunch. Let’s skip it.”

Oatmeal was too much hassle. Susanna wanted something quicker.

“What about pasta? How’s that sound?” she proposed.

Making pasta was easy. Susanna had made it for Star once, and Star said it was delicious.

Hull wasn’t a fan of pasta, but he didn’t object.

“Come here,” he said.

Susanna hesitated. “What now?”

She really didn’t want to get any closer to this intimidating man. Not at all.

But Hull watched her quietly.

Susanna sighed. ‘Fine, when you’re under someone else’s roof, you must follow their rules.’

She walked over to him, feeling like a child next to his towering frame.

Hull reached out and touched her cheek.

His sudden gesture made Susanna step back instinctively. “What, what are you doing?”

Why was he acting all intimate out of nowhere? They weren’t in that kind of relationship.

“You’ve got blood on your face,” Hull said casually.

Susanna blinked. “What?”

Blood? From where?

“It might be from the nosebleed you had last night while looking at me,” Hull teased.

Susanna’s breath caught.

Oh my God, she hadn’t cleaned up

from that? She rubbed her face a

sure enough, there were little.

bita

let

Yep, it was dried blood.

Her embarrassment had her toes curling into the floor.

Hull, amused by her flustered state, smirked. “Go wash your face first.”

“Yeah, okay.” Turning on her heel, Susanna practically fled.

Watching her dart away like a startled rabbit, Hull allowed himself a small amused smile. Having this little whirlwind around might not be so bad after all.

At that moment, Hull seemed to forget how this little whirlwind had ended up in his life in the first place…

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