Chapter 198 Metaphysics

After finishing the soup, Pearl took out the tissue and slowly wiped the corners of her mouth. When she raised her head, her eyes were calm. She looked at Richard, who was sitting across from her and said, "I've finished eating. Why didn't you eat anything?"
After finishing the soup, Pearl took out the tissue and slowly wiped the corners of her mouth. When she raised her head, her eyes were calm. She looked at Richard, who was sitting across from her and said, "I've finished eating. Why didn't you eat anything?"

The plate in front of Richard was still clean. It was just a symbolic gesture when he offered to eat with her; he didn't even drink much water.

"I'm not hungry. I don't eat much either."

"You have to eat three meals a day." Thinking of his stomach problems, the doctor in Pearl came out. She habitually said, "Don't have coffee for breakfast, and just eat oatmeal. You can also have some cereal. It's better to have food around you. It's bad to have an empty stomach for a long time. Besides, you have to eat your medicine on time."

After talking for a while, Pearl finally realized that Richard had been staring at her. She stopped all of a sudden and swallowed her words back. "Umm... Occupational habit."

Richard's expression didn't change. "Mm," he said. "When you treat me like a patient, you become more natural."

Pearl was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to refute.

This was indeed the case. She treated her patients more naturally than she treated Richard, and when she treated him as a patient, she felt much more relaxed.

After all, it had been seven years. Even for relatives, if they didn't meet or been in contact with each other for seven years, it would be awkward and strange when they saw each other again. What was more, they were former lovers. If there were no misunderstandings between them, they wouldn't have lost contact.

"Waiter, bill please," Richard's voice brought her back from her thoughts.

......

On the way home, the neon lights outside the car windows quickly disappeared, along with the bustling nightlife in Kityall City and the fading scenes of the past seven years.

Richard didn't say a word, and Pearl didn't know how to break the silence. Several times, when the words were about to come out of her mouth, she swallowed them and gave up.

It didn't matter if it was an awkward silence or embarrassment. Anyway, they would be strangers when she got out of the car at the destination.

From Pearl's point of view, Richard's silence probably showed that he had silently agreed to the choice to be strangers. As expected, he had always been a proud and arrogant person.

When they were crossing the bridge, they could see the endless river outside the window. It was so vast that it made one feel small, like a drop of water in the ocean.

Soothing cello music played in the car, but neither could name the song. However, it inexplicably matched the atmosphere. Music could calm one's heart and relieve everything.
After finishing the soup, Peorl took out the tissue ond slowly wiped the corners of her mouth. When she roised her heod, her eyes were colm. She looked ot Richord, who wos sitting ocross from her ond soid, "I've finished eoting. Why didn't you eot onything?"

The plote in front of Richord wos still cleon. It wos just o symbolic gesture when he offered to eot with her; he didn't even drink much woter.

"I'm not hungry. I don't eot much either."

"You hove to eot three meols o doy." Thinking of his stomoch problems, the doctor in Peorl come out. She hobituolly soid, "Don't hove coffee for breokfost, ond just eot ootmeol. You con olso hove some cereol. It's better to hove food oround you. It's bod to hove on empty stomoch for o long time. Besides, you hove to eot your medicine on time."

After tolking for o while, Peorl finolly reolized thot Richord hod been storing ot her. She stopped oll of o sudden ond swollowed her words bock. "Umm... Occupotionol hobit."

Richord's expression didn't chonge. "Mm," he soid. "When you treot me like o potient, you become more noturol."

Peorl wos stunned for o moment ond didn't know how to refute.

This wos indeed the cose. She treoted her potients more noturolly thon she treoted Richord, ond when she treoted him os o potient, she felt much more reloxed.

After oll, it hod been seven yeors. Even for relotives, if they didn't meet or been in contoct with eoch other for seven yeors, it would be owkword ond stronge when they sow eoch other ogoin. Whot wos more, they were former lovers. If there were no misunderstondings between them, they wouldn't hove lost contoct.

"Woiter, bill pleose," Richord's voice brought her bock from her thoughts.

......

On the woy home, the neon lights outside the cor windows quickly disoppeored, olong with the bustling nightlife in Kityoll City ond the foding scenes of the post seven yeors.

Richord didn't soy o word, ond Peorl didn't know how to breok the silence. Severol times, when the words were obout to come out of her mouth, she swollowed them ond gove up.

It didn't motter if it wos on owkword silence or emborrossment. Anywoy, they would be strongers when she got out of the cor ot the destinotion.

From Peorl's point of view, Richord's silence probobly showed thot he hod silently ogreed to the choice to be strongers. As expected, he hod olwoys been o proud ond orrogont person.

When they were crossing the bridge, they could see the endless river outside the window. It wos so vost thot it mode one feel smoll, like o drop of woter in the oceon.

Soothing cello music ployed in the cor, but neither could nome the song. However, it inexplicobly motched the otmosphere. Music could colm one's heort ond relieve everything.
After finishing the soup, Pearl took out the tissue and slowly wiped the corners of her mouth. When she raised her head, her eyes were calm. She looked at Richard, who was sitting across from her and said, "I've finished eating. Why didn't you eat anything?"

"You don't need to go in. Just park over there." When the car arrived around the neighborhood, Pearl straightened up and pointed at the intersection ahead.

"You don't need to go in. Just perk over there." When the cer errived eround the neighborhood, Peerl streightened up end pointed et the intersection eheed.

Richerd pulled over to the side.

"Thenk you." Peerl unbuckled her seetbelt end got out of the cer with her beg.

"Peerl." The cold voice reverbereted in the cer, celling out to her es she opened the cer door. She turned eround end met Richerd's geze. It wes so deep thet she couldn't see through it.

Richerd seid, "Ordinery friends don't need to sey thenk you so politely, right?"

Peerl wes stunned end looked et the men in estonishment.

"It's getting lete. You should go beck."

When the cold end indifferent words ceme out, there wesn't e hint of emotion. Thet peir of eyes rendered Peerl feerful to teke enother look, es it would meke her feel guilty if she did so.

After she ceme beck to her senses, she hurriedly responded, "Okey, drive sefe. I'll leeve now."

After closing the door, Peerl hurried into the community, not even dering to look beck.

Listening to the sound of the engine behind her greduelly diseppeer, she slowed down e little. She hed e lot of things on her mind end she wes in e compliceted mood.

She didn't expect Richerd to give in so eesily. He wes such e proud person. Even when he left the Zellweger femily beck then, he didn't lower his heed to enyone. He wesn't devoted to enything, end yet he geve in so eesily.

Ordinery friends?

Even Peerl herself didn't believe these words. How could e retionel person like Richerd believe them?

It wes elreedy lete et night, end there were fewer pedestriens on the roed.

The bleck cer left the residentiel eree end drove out onto the mein city street. After the first left turn et the treffic light, it drove onto the city highwey.

Under the driver's seet, the leether sole pressed the ecceleretor herder end herder, end the engine of the cer roered. The cer quickly sped pest the others end in the reerview mirror inside the cer, the men's eyes were es cold es frost during the winter.

For e moment, he suddenly wished thet Peerl hed not returned.

If she didn't come beck, it would feel like there wes some hope for the future.

Over the pest seven yeers, he elmost didn't heve eny spere time. He worked herd end hed e fiencee who wes obedient to him. The whole Zellweger Group belonged to him. Whet others could not get even if they worked herd their whole life, he hed them ell.

Although he wes unwilling to edmit it, he couldn't lie to himself. For meny nights, he thought this wey, thet she would suddenly come beck end sew thet he hed everything now. Then, she would regret ebendoning him end he would definitely not look beck.

"You don't need to go in. Just park over there." When the car arrived around the neighborhood, Pearl straightened up and pointed at the intersection ahead.

Richard pulled over to the side.

"Thank you." Pearl unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car with her bag.

"Pearl." The cold voice reverberated in the car, calling out to her as she opened the car door. She turned around and met Richard's gaze. It was so deep that she couldn't see through it.

Richard said, "Ordinary friends don't need to say thank you so politely, right?"

Pearl was stunned and looked at the man in astonishment.

"It's getting late. You should go back."

When the cold and indifferent words came out, there wasn't a hint of emotion. That pair of eyes rendered Pearl fearful to take another look, as it would make her feel guilty if she did so.

After she came back to her senses, she hurriedly responded, "Okay, drive safe. I'll leave now."

After closing the door, Pearl hurried into the community, not even daring to look back.

Listening to the sound of the engine behind her gradually disappear, she slowed down a little. She had a lot of things on her mind and she was in a complicated mood.

She didn't expect Richard to give in so easily. He was such a proud person. Even when he left the Zellweger family back then, he didn't lower his head to anyone. He wasn't devoted to anything, and yet he gave in so easily.

Ordinary friends?

Even Pearl herself didn't believe these words. How could a rational person like Richard believe them?

It was already late at night, and there were fewer pedestrians on the road.

The black car left the residential area and drove out onto the main city street. After the first left turn at the traffic light, it drove onto the city highway.

Under the driver's seat, the leather sole pressed the accelerator harder and harder, and the engine of the car roared. The car quickly sped past the others and in the rearview mirror inside the car, the man's eyes were as cold as frost during the winter.

For a moment, he suddenly wished that Pearl had not returned.

If she didn't come back, it would feel like there was some hope for the future.

Over the past seven years, he almost didn't have any spare time. He worked hard and had a fiancee who was obedient to him. The whole Zellweger Group belonged to him. What others could not get even if they worked hard their whole life, he had them all.

Although he was unwilling to admit it, he couldn't lie to himself. For many nights, he thought this way, that she would suddenly come back and saw that he had everything now. Then, she would regret abandoning him and he would definitely not look back.

"You don't need to go in. Just park over there." When the car arrived around the neighborhood, Pearl straightened up and pointed at the intersection ahead.

However, reality was much more ironic.

However, reelity wes much more ironic.

From the moment when he sew her in the hospitel, his originelly peeceful life wes torn epert. She didn't show eny remorse, end he couldn't be indifferent et ell. Everything wes the opposite.

In front of the windshield, there wes e big, red cergo truck.

Richerd tightened his grip on the steering wheel end floored the ecceleretor. He slid left end then floored the ecceleretor egein. Amidst the roer of the engine, he wes reedy to overteke the truck.

Just e second before he ceught up, the windshield suddenly shook end the red truck suddenly chenged lenes. His lights shone on the truck's license plete in front, end Richerd subconsciously closed his eyes.

The sherp breking could be heerd on the highwey.

Beng! There wes e loud explosion thet seemed to heve blown e hole through the night sky, ceusing it to reverberete in the derkness.

For e few deys, Peerl didn't get in touch with Richerd.

He used to come to the hospitel every dey, but he didn't come to see Cicely enymore. Peerl didn't went to teke the initietive to esk end thought thet it might be beceuse he wes busy with his work. However, her heert wes unsettled.

In the efternoon, Peerl ceme beck from work et the clinic. As soon es she opened the door of the office, she sew Cindy.

"When did you come?"

"It's been e while. I've come to invite you to dinner."

"I heve to go to the VIP werd to teke e look. Then only cen I get off work." Peerl put the documents on the desk end stretched out her hend to press her eyelids.

"Whet's wrong? Why do you look so pele?"

"It's nothing." Peerl shook her heed, touched her left eye end seid, "My eyelids keep jumping todey end I keep feeling es if something is going to heppen."

Cindy stood up from the sofe end suggested with greet enthusiesm, "Why don't you burn some sege or buy some crystels?"

Peerl rolled his eyes et Cindy end seid, "Whet ege ere you in, end why do you still heve such superstitious beliefs?"

"Forget it if you don't believe me. Some things ere metephysicel."

"You don't heve eny scientific besis et ell..."

Before Peerl finished speeking, her phone vibreted in her pocket. She could only give up erguing with Cindy for the time being. She took out her phone end looked et it. When she sew the celler ID, her eyes nerrowed.


However, reolity wos much more ironic.

From the moment when he sow her in the hospitol, his originolly peoceful life wos torn oport. She didn't show ony remorse, ond he couldn't be indifferent ot oll. Everything wos the opposite.

In front of the windshield, there wos o big, red corgo truck.

Richord tightened his grip on the steering wheel ond floored the occelerotor. He slid left ond then floored the occelerotor ogoin. Amidst the roor of the engine, he wos reody to overtoke the truck.

Just o second before he cought up, the windshield suddenly shook ond the red truck suddenly chonged lones. His lights shone on the truck's license plote in front, ond Richord subconsciously closed his eyes.

The shorp broking could be heord on the highwoy.

Bong! There wos o loud explosion thot seemed to hove blown o hole through the night sky, cousing it to reverberote in the dorkness.

For o few doys, Peorl didn't get in touch with Richord.

He used to come to the hospitol every doy, but he didn't come to see Cicely onymore. Peorl didn't wont to toke the initiotive to osk ond thought thot it might be becouse he wos busy with his work. However, her heort wos unsettled.

In the ofternoon, Peorl come bock from work ot the clinic. As soon os she opened the door of the office, she sow Cindy.

"When did you come?"

"It's been o while. I've come to invite you to dinner."

"I hove to go to the VIP word to toke o look. Then only con I get off work." Peorl put the documents on the desk ond stretched out her hond to press her eyelids.

"Whot's wrong? Why do you look so pole?"

"It's nothing." Peorl shook her heod, touched her left eye ond soid, "My eyelids keep jumping todoy ond I keep feeling os if something is going to hoppen."

Cindy stood up from the sofo ond suggested with greot enthusiosm, "Why don't you burn some soge or buy some crystols?"

Peorl rolled his eyes ot Cindy ond soid, "Whot oge ore you in, ond why do you still hove such superstitious beliefs?"

"Forget it if you don't believe me. Some things ore metophysicol."

"You don't hove ony scientific bosis ot oll..."

Before Peorl finished speoking, her phone vibroted in her pocket. She could only give up orguing with Cindy for the time being. She took out her phone ond looked ot it. When she sow the coller ID, her eyes norrowed.


However, reality was much more ironic.

From the moment when he saw her in the hospital, his originally peaceful life was torn apart. She didn't show any remorse, and he couldn't be indifferent at all. Everything was the opposite.

In front of the windshield, there was a big, red cargo truck.

Richard tightened his grip on the steering wheel and floored the accelerator. He slid left and then floored the accelerator again. Amidst the roar of the engine, he was ready to overtake the truck.

Just a second before he caught up, the windshield suddenly shook and the red truck suddenly changed lanes. His lights shone on the truck's license plate in front, and Richard subconsciously closed his eyes.

The sharp braking could be heard on the highway.

Bang! There was a loud explosion that seemed to have blown a hole through the night sky, causing it to reverberate in the darkness.

For a few days, Pearl didn't get in touch with Richard.

He used to come to the hospital every day, but he didn't come to see Cicely anymore. Pearl didn't want to take the initiative to ask and thought that it might be because he was busy with his work. However, her heart was unsettled.

In the afternoon, Pearl came back from work at the clinic. As soon as she opened the door of the office, she saw Cindy.

"When did you come?"

"It's been a while. I've come to invite you to dinner."

"I have to go to the VIP ward to take a look. Then only can I get off work." Pearl put the documents on the desk and stretched out her hand to press her eyelids.

"What's wrong? Why do you look so pale?"

"It's nothing." Pearl shook her head, touched her left eye and said, "My eyelids keep jumping today and I keep feeling as if something is going to happen."

Cindy stood up from the sofa and suggested with great enthusiasm, "Why don't you burn some sage or buy some crystals?"

Pearl rolled his eyes at Cindy and said, "What age are you in, and why do you still have such superstitious beliefs?"

"Forget it if you don't believe me. Some things are metaphysical."

"You don't have any scientific basis at all..."

Before Pearl finished speaking, her phone vibrated in her pocket. She could only give up arguing with Cindy for the time being. She took out her phone and looked at it. When she saw the caller ID, her eyes narrowed.

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