I was at a loss for words and said, "I'm sorry."
After some thought, I added, "He's not my boyfriend, just a brother."
The nurse sighed, removing the clogged needle caused by backflow and replacing it with a fresh one.
"Then call a friend. There are two more bottles to go and you can't handle it alone."
I smiled gratefully at her. "Thanks, I'm not sleepy anymore."
Holding my phone, I carefully composed my resignation email and sent it to my manager.
The moment I hit send, the group chat with Julian's closest buddies erupted.
The uproar was over a screenshot of Jennie’s social media post.
It showed Julian squatting in the kitchen, fixing a leaky pipe. His white shirt was soaked, revealing his muscular build.
Above the photo, Jennie had gushed with pride. [Boyfriend vibes off the charts! I feel so secure. Ladies, I highly recommend dating someone like this in this lifetime!]
The group chat erupted into playful teasing as they tagged Julian.
[Bro, all these years and we never knew you could fix pipes!]
[Right. Or did you intentionally mess up her plumbing to have an excuse to move in together?]
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I get it now!
So the "urgent thing" Julian had mentioned was helping Jennie fix her water pipes!