Chapter 820 - 817: Injured (4)

Chapter 820: Chapter 817: Injured (4)

A trace of confusion appeared on the man’s face. He stared at her for a moment, seemingly unable to recall who she was.

"Excuse me, miss, but do we... know each other?"

Seeing his bewildered expression, Clara Grant finally remembered she was wearing a face mask and sunglasses. She quickly took them off. "It’s me. You helped me yesterday, remember?"

"Oh, it’s you," the man said, looking at the mask and sunglasses in her hands. A smile played on his lips. "You wised up today. Dressed like this, truly no one would recognize you."

Clara smiled sheepishly. "We really must be fated to bump into each other in a hospital restroom like this. Are you here to..."

"Oh, I’m here to visit a patient. What about you?" Just as he asked, the man noticed the faint edges of a white gauze bandage on her forehead. He frowned, pointing to his own forehead. "Are you hurt?"

"Yeah, I accidentally fell while filming. It’s just a minor scrape, nothing serious," Clara explained as she fussed with her hair to hide it again.

The man was briefly distracted by her words. Before he could think too much about it, she asked him, "Is it covered?"

Playing along, the man took a careful look and smiled, nodding. "It’s covered."

Clara chuckled. Suddenly remembering something, she held up the sunglasses to him. "By the way, these are the sunglasses you lent me yesterday. Since I ran into you today, I should return them."

"There’s no need." The man glanced at the sunglasses before meeting her eyes. "Since I let you wear them, consider them a gift."

Clara quickly declined. "No, no, no. I found out later that these sunglasses are actually quite expensive. We’re just strangers who happened to cross paths; how could I accept something so valuable from you? Sir, please take them back."

Yesterday, she had been regretting that she had no way to return them. She never expected to run into him again today, so she had to seize this opportunity.

Thinking of this, Clara felt a sudden sense of irony. Just yesterday, Seth Quinn had jealously declared that she and this man were not fated to ever meet again. At the time, she had agreed, saying that Seth was the only man she shared a deep connection with, and that she had no destiny—nor did she want any—with anyone else. Yet today, she had gotten into a massive argument with the man she supposedly shared the deepest destiny with, only to cross paths once again with the man standing before her, whom she supposedly had no connection with.

It just goes to show that destiny was never something a person could decide for themselves!

The man smiled again. Instead of outright refusing to take them back, he looked around and said, "Even if you want to return them, now isn’t the right time, is it? Without these sunglasses to protect you when you leave, aren’t you afraid of being recognized again? Surely you don’t want to experience being chased down by a mob another time?"

Clara bit her lip. Eventually, she had no choice but to lower her hand. "Alright then. But sir, could you at least give me your business card? I’ll call you when it’s convenient, or you can give me your address and I’ll mail them back to you."

"Let’s wait until the next time we meet. If we’re truly fated to cross paths again, it won’t be too late for you to return them then," the man said, pointing toward the restroom. "I’m going to head in now. Goodbye."

With that, he stepped around Clara and walked into the men’s room.

"Sir..." Clara watched helplessly as he walked in without looking back. She couldn’t exactly chase him into the men’s restroom.

Sighing, Clara put her mask and sunglasses back on, turned the corner, and walked away.