But when I noticed what he was making—a pot of ginger tea—my heart sank as if doused with ice water.
I was allergic to ginger. He knew that.
He packed most of it into a thermos, thoughtfully prepared cookies, even small toys, and before leaving said:
“There’s some left in the pot. Drink it, it’s good for your health.”
I couldn’t hold back and asked before he walked out, “Do you even remember that I’m allergic to ginger?”
He didn’t move, didn’t turn back, just stood there like a block of ice.
At that moment, I knew—my warmth could never melt him.
I arranged for Buddy to be transferred to a more reliable hospital and turned my attention to matters with the Smith Corporation.
Back then, we had only held a wedding ceremony without getting a marriage license. Arrogantly, I thought I would make Andrew fall in love with me, waiting for him to pursue me.
Looking back now, how ridiculous.
I went to meet a man who had once saved my life. If not for him, I would have died that night.
Buddy had dragged me into the road, where this man recognized me while driving home. He took me to the hospital and stayed up all night caring for me.