CHAPTER 121: THE PERFECT BUT COLD MAN

Halle needed rest, so she couldn’t return to the countryside now.

Bruce had gone on a business trip, so Hilla and Margaret were either going to River University or rushing back to accompany Halle.

"Doctor Hutt!" Halle said.

She was surprised to see Horton when she opened the door and then she began to guard against him by slightly keeping her distance.

"Is Hilla not here?"

Horton asked knowingly, handing the flowers in his hand to Halle, saying, "Bruce told me to do so."

Halle wouldn’t accept it if he didn’t say so. She took over the flowers and let him in.

"Hilla has to go to school every day, so Dr. Hutt can come over in the afternoon," she said.

And she thought, "Since he went on errands for Bruce, his mission couldn’t be counted as completed until he saw Hilla in person. Besides, she didn’t want to see him."

Horton echoed softly and sat on the sofa naturally. Under this circumstance, Halle could only pour him a cup of water.

Although she didn’t mean to drive him away, her attitude was cold indeed.

"They left you here alone?" Horton asked.

He looked around and frowned slightly. "Bruce had really done a lot to please Hilla.

The decoration here was very beautiful," he thought.

He was even thinking about learning from him in these aspects.

"Our housekeeper will come on time to clean up and cook. I prefer to stay alone," Halle answered.

As saying, she sat down as far as she could, picking up a book on the table and reading it.

It was obvious that she had been reading before he came.

She had made it clear by saying directly that she preferred to stay alone. She didn’t want to say more and just wanted him out.

If he had any decency, he should have stood up and left.

Horton was actually ready to leave. But when he looked up, he saw Halle sitting gracefully beside him in a traditional chiffon dress.

She was half -lying, looking calm and relaxed. She was showing a fairy sense of detachment from the world.

He felt thirsty and drank some of the water in front of him. And his body couldn’t move as if he was firmly nailed to the sofa.

Now, he didn’t want to leave, and he was also unable to.

The two of them sat quietly until the housekeeper came over at noon. Halle put down the book and was slightly stunned when she looked up and saw Horton.

"Why was he still here?" she thought.

"Dr. Hutt must be very occupied with your patients since you are so outstanding in your field. There should be a lot of patients waiting for you," she said first.

Halle smiled delicately, her tone being gentle and intellectual as usual.

Horton could tell that she was chasing him away, so he drank the water in his cup and said calmly, "It’s my day off."

Halle was speechless!

She thought, "Came to my place on his day off? Couldn’t he feel the awkwardness? What on earth did he want to do?"

"Miss Holt, what would you like to eat for lunch?" the housekeeper asked.

The maid came over and smiled politely to Horton. Halle saw that he had no intention of leaving so she could only say, "The fish last time was good."

It was sweet and sour, which she found appetizing recently.

The housekeeper nodded and listed a few more dishes that were suitable for pregnant women. She had to admit that the housekeeper Bruce hired was really professional and careful.

Halle nodded, putting down the book, and looked at Horton, saying, "I’m a little tired today, so I won’t keep Dr. Hutt for lunch. Hilla comes back at four o’clock every afternoon. So Dr. Hutt won’t miss her next time."

Horton smiled, "I’m good at cooking the fish you like, and it’s my day off."

Without finishing his words, he had already stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

Halle frowned with the words on the tip of her tongue and could only watch as Horton walked into the kitchen.

Wasn’t she clear enough? Or did she give him the wrong idea?

Halle sat in front of the dining table and was a little lost when watched him and the housekeeper busy in the kitchen.

In the past, she had also dreamt of this kind of peaceful life and thought that she could live with her beloved one forever.

Unfortunately, Titus was not the one in the end, as well as Horton!

Halle lowered her eyes and looked at her slightly raised abdomen. Her expression

was gradually becoming hard to tell.

"Have a taste," Horton said.

The sweet and sour fragrance attracted Halle, dragging her back to reality. But she just stared at the newly cooked fish without moving.

"Although I don’t cook often, I am not that bad,"

Horton said as he picked up a piece of fish, carefully picking out the bones, dipped it into the sauce, and put it in her bowl.

Halle lowered her head, clenching the spoon in her hand.

Staring at the fish, she felt that something warmed her heart.

It had been decades since the last time her father picked the fish bones out for her, so considerate.

Since she was a child, she knew that she had to be independent and strong because her sister Hilla needed more care. So she forced herself to do many things, including marrying Titus. She took cooking as her duty after getting married, never thinking that she also needed to be taken care of.

"It is getting cold," Horton urged.

Hearing that, Halle put the fish in her mouth.

It tasted even more delicious than what she had last night. She pursed her lips and whispered, "It’s good."

Horton seemed relieved. Compared with his skills and learning, he was way better at cooking.

"I didn’t expect that Dr. Hutt is also doing great with a kitchen knife," Halle said.

Although this compliment sounded weird, Horton took it happily.

"When I was studying abroad, I couldn’t get used to foreign food, so I cooked myself.

I also practiced my suture skill. I’ll show you another day," Horton replied.

He was kind of showing off. Halle nearly choked on the food in her mouth after hearing what he said.

She began to imagine the scene in which Horton was performing an operation on those chicken, duck, and fish and then sewed up their wound.

The scene was so bloody that she lost her appetite.

It was true that she had nothing in common with a doctor who was used to things like blood.

"I’m finished. Please help yourself, Dr. Hutt," Halle said.

She put down her cutlery and got up, going upstairs without waiting for Horton to speak.

When Hilla and Margaret came back, they saw a tall man busy in the kitchen.

Margaret pulled Hilla to the sofa in horror and peeked at the kitchen, whispering, "Is something wrong with the weirdo? Has he got infected with some sort of disease in the brain and lost his mind?"

Margaret couldn’t help wondering why he came here and cooked for them. Did he want to poison them?

Hilla began to frown, too. She thought, "Horton was quite abnormal recently. Is there really something wrong with his brain?"

Margaret clasped her arm and said nervously, "What is he cooking? Is it a fish head? We are done. The weirdo is going to teach us a lesson."

...

When Horton put the soup in front of them, both Hilla and Margaret looked at him nervously.

Hilla was trying to be nice. After all, he was Bruce’s doctor and he had helped her this time. So she was grateful to him.

"Horton, why do you have time to come over today?" she asked.

While Margaret thought, "Who could understand a pervert? He could come and go as he pleased."

Horton glanced at the flowers on the table and said indifferently, "Bruce asked me to bring that to you. He said that the building is high so the scenery outside the window is not as beautiful as the flowers."

Horton sensed that what Bruce said could not be simply and literally understood.

Though he also found those words weird, he repeated them, word for word.

He didn’t know the meaning, but Hilla knew.

Hilla immediately blushed and lowered her head, replying in a low voice, "I see!"

Having finished his words, he ran over and took the flowers on the table, saying, "It looks better in the room, so I will put it there."

Margaret thought, "Maybe it was just better for you, pervert."

"Your brother is getting more and more cunning," Hilla said.

According to Hilla’s reaction, Horton could guess the meaning of what Bruce had said.

"Oh, man, being romantic through me?" he thought.

Margaret rolled her eyes at him in disdain and snorted, "What do you know? That’s the correct way to win a girl. Every girl loves sweet things. It won’t be long before I have my nephew."

She couldn’t help laughing when thinking of the nephew thing.

When Halle went downstairs, she saw the way Margaret shrieked with laughter, and then she noticed that Horton was still there.

She couldn’t help frowning. The sight of him stopped her steps.

"You’re awake," Horton said.

He seemed to feel the gaze upstairs, so he looked up and then saw Halle. So he immediately stood up.

Halle was ready to walk back to her room, but now she had to go downstairs.

Margaret stopped laughing and said sweetly, "Halle, is it your baby who makes you so sleepy recently? It is said that pregnant women are languid."

Halle did not look at Horton as she shifted her gaze to Margaret, replying, "A little bit, but I’m fine."

"Want some water," Horton asked.

He handed over the cup. Both Hilla and Margaret looked at him in surprise.

"There must be something wrong with this man!" they thought.

Horton, on the other hand, was being natural. He put the cup in Halle’s hands and went to the kitchen to help.

"Halle, drink some water," Margaret murmured.

Though she was confused, she did not forget to remind Halle. But she couldn’t help peeking at Horton in the kitchen with interest.

They were sisters for so long, if she couldn’t sense something unusual, then she should feel ashamed of being her sister-in-law.

"Halle, what happened between you and Horton?" she asked.

Halle’s hand shook a bit on hearing the question and splashed some water on the back of her hand. Fortunately, the water was not hot.

Halle pulled out a tissue, with the corner of her mouth twitching, and said, "What are you talking about? I’ve only met Doctor Hutt a few times. There is nothing between us. Moreover, he is a relative. He was just being nice because I am pregnant."

"Really? I didn’t expect him to be so considerate. I haven’t seen him treat any pregnant woman so well before," Margaret said.

As speaking, she moved closer to Halle and muttered, "You don’t know that he is a neat freak, which is so serious that he even doesn’t date women or men maybe. Don’t you think he is a pervert?"

"Really? I’m afraid it’s just a force of habit. It’s normal for doctors to be a neat freak," Halle said.

With the twinkle in her eyes, she looked at the cup in her hand and pursed her lips, seeming a little bit nervous and guilty.

She didn’t know why she was so nervous and guilty. Maybe what Margaret said had touched her heart.

"It is really normal for some doctors and nurses. But he must be the most serious one. He even cooked for us. He must go crazy. In the past, he wouldn’t cook unless he was starving. And he just poured water for you. He is too considerate to be himself now. I doubt that if he is the one I used to know, the guy who would sterilize his hands if a woman touched them," Margaret exclaimed.

The nurses in the hospital have coveted him, the perfect man, for so long. However, Horton didn’t like women at all.

Apart from them, who had grown up with him, she had never seen him offer to take care of someone.

Halle hid her feelings and smiled while listening to Margaret.

When the dishes were served, she looked at Hilla and said, "I heard that there is a new hospital in the town. I want to transfer my files to there, which is more convenient."

She didn’t see a situation like this. She thought that if she pretended like she didn’t care about him, and Horton would do the same to her.

After all, the way she acted indicated that she had a clear conscience. Her baby’s ’father’ was her ex-husband.

However, it seemed that she was being affected by Horton now.

Hearing her words, Horton already knew her intention. His eyes under the glasses looked very unhappy.

"You can’t. I don’t agree with you living alone in the countryside," Hilla replied.

She stopped eating immediately and became a little upset.

Halle’s "accident" this time was for a good reason. But when Hilla thought of her sister sitting on the cold floor at the auction site with the shocking blood around her, she had never been so afraid of losing her.

Even when the Holt Family went bankrupt, she was not so helpless.

She would not allow anything to happen to Halle again.

"I’m not alone. I also have Candy and Cookie..." Halle whispered.

"They’re dogs, not humans. Don’t you want to live with us? Is it because of Bruce? You don’t want to disturb us, right? Whatever, I can move to the countryside with you," Hilla said.

She interrupted Halle. She was so agitated that Halle didn’t know what to do.

Halle didn’t mean that. She just didn’t want to trouble them and she also didn’t want to have anything to do with someone.

"Hilla, I want to live my own life, and it’s not your problem," Halle said.

She was being serious about this. Hilla said nothing after hearing her words "It’s not your problem".

Sensing Hilla’s unhappiness, Halle smiled and said, "You can come and accompany me every week. I have many neighbors and I won’t feel lonely. After this accident, I know how to take care of myself."

She didn’t need anyone to look after her. She could take good care of herself.

Hilla wanted to say something, but she didn’t know where to start, and her eyes were red.

Halle looked gentle. But once she made her mind, no one could change it.

They were silent for a moment. Then Horton stood up and said coldly, "I have got to

go!"

"She said so much just to get rid of him. Why to bother?" he thought.

He sneered at himself for being such a nuisance. Then the light in his eyes faded away.

He had lived for more than twenty years, but he had never failed like this.