CHAPTER 16

"And you? What do you think you are doing here? You just got treated for Pete's sake!" I hissed at him the moment I face him.

"I can now work. Did I worry you too much?" He grinned at me so I just rolled my eyes.

He really thinks too highly of himself. Psh!

"I came here to give you your phone," I put his phone on his table. "I think I need to throw this one. You can't able to use it again anyway," I'm referring to his damaged business suit and I'm wondering if he really wears something he already worn.

"There's the trash bin there," he pointed out the bin near the door and I threw the whole paper bag there.

"I had my phone back. You can go now," he pushed me away but instead of leaving, I just stared at him and did not listen to him. I sat on the sofa and leaned on it instead.

I even frowned when my wounded arm touched the sofa. Aish! Such a clumsy one. Oh, speaking of wounds. I loo