Chapter 8 Why Are You So Shocked At This Moment (Part Two)

He raised his head. The outline and features of his face were rarely exquisite. His eyes were very beautiful, clear, shining with cold light, but they looked deep, like a deep pool.

All of a sudden, Cornelia felt her face burning. In a panic, she lowered her head and hurried away.

Cornelia didn't deny that she was "lecherous". She appreciated a lot of beautiful things, such as spring flowers, chrysanthemums, wintersweet plum, parrot and oriole, swan and crane, beautiful clothes and dolls, buildings and furniture, and also beautiful men and women. There were not many men who were really beautiful, and there were few men as beautiful as him. So Cornelia remember him.

Later, when Cornelia left the art hall, she saw him again. He walked in front of Cornelia and walked down the stairs. The hem of his clothes swayed naturally with each step, and his right hand was always in his trouser pocket. He turned to the parking lot by the roadside and got on the car, with his hand in his trouser pocket all the time.

Cornelia thought it was just a habit. Now she remembered that maybe it was a lifeless arm, which could not make any posture freely, and could only be placed in the trouser pocket. "Well. That arm doesn't exist at all." Cornelia comforted herself in this way, but she found that her heart was aching, and her eyes were burning with pain.

Cornelia patted her face again, trying to calm herself down. A minute later, she walked out of the bathroom.

He had taken his seat. Nina Wu stood beside the table and wrote on the paper with a pencil. He was ordering and Nina Wu was recording.

The steak set menu was sent to Table 33 by Cornelia. No one asked about the coffee overturned, and the man at Table 33 didn't say anything. Cornelia didn't say anything more. She thought that Nina Wu must have explained it to the chef and the customer. She really didn't want to say anything at this time.

He ordered eel rice and Italian coffee. During the dinner, he used his left hand to use the fork spoon and the left hand to serve the coffee. He was used to it, so it was natural, just like every person who used his right hand. But his posture was more calm and elegant, which belonged to him, to this mysterious man.

At nine forty-five, when Cornelia was wiping the table, Nina Wu reminded her, "Cornelia, put it there. You can leave now." Cornelia felt uncomfortable as if she had taken advantage, but she still smiled, changed her clothes and left.

Marshall was not standing outside the door. He hadn't arrived yet.

Cornelia raised her head and looked around. She had been working for two weeks, but she hadn't seen it carefully. The night scene at ten o'clock in the evening was good, which belonged to the Zhongguancun Street, which belonged to the city. It was quiet in the night, which was much less restless in the daytime. The flowers and trees in the parterre were rusty and the bamboo shadows were swaying. Cornelia sat down on the stone steps of the flower bed. Behind her was Starry Restaurant's big glass window. The bamboo shadows and trees blocked the light from the window.

Although the street lights were not bright, they were still on all the way, making the twilight a little dimmer. There were people passing by on the street, walking quietly. There was no wind, and the air at night was warm and cool.

In the parking lot not far away, there were several cars. They were beautiful, with smooth body curves and beautiful shape. In the car...

Cornelia's eyes widened.

He opened the door and got out of the car. From afar, he greeted to Cornelia, "Hi, nice to meet you."

He wore an artificial limb and put his right hand into his trouser pocket. His posture was still like that for no reason, which made her heart a little painful.

Smile, smile. Cornelia said to herself. She thought she had dozed off on the stone steps and fell into the dream.

In the mottled shadows, she smiled.

In fact, she was very beautiful when she smiled. There were dimples on her cheeks, which diluted the coldness on her face.

"Why are you here? Why are you sitting here?" He stopped two steps away from her and asked.

"I..." Cornelia found that she could speak normally. She was awake, not in a dream. She just had a sluggish brain and was unable to find suitable words to answer him.

He asked, "How is your hand?"

She smiled and shook her head. "It's okay. The coffee is not very hot." She put her thumb at the edge of the coat pocket and said. Then she put both hands into the pocket subconsciously.

Perhaps it was this childish action that made him smile. He said, "It's so hot that you are crying."

He reached out his hand and there was a small brown medicine bottle in it. He said, "This is scalding medicine. Apply it on your hand."

Hearing that, Cornelia was stunned for a while and then reached out to take it. Her hand was not really scalded.

When she touched his fingers, she felt a little warm and a little tremble. It was a very strange feeling. She smiled and said, "I'll use it when I go back."

"Okay." He said, "Where is your home? Let me drive you home."

Cornelia shook her head and said, "No, thanks. My house is very close."

He said, "Let me drive you home. I only use one arm, but I can drive steadily."

Cornelia didn't know how to respond. She either nodded or shook her head. She heard Marshall call her name.

When Marshall arrived, it was less than ten o'clock in five minutes. He said, "Cornelia, why are you outside?"

The man smiled and turned around.

In this way, the two men's eyes met. Cornelia only saw the complex expression in Marshall's eyes and the back of the man. His back was also beautiful.

He left, got on his car, started it, turned smoothly and drove away.

Looking at Cornelia, Marshall asked, "Who is he?"

Cornelia shook her head and said, "I don't know. It's a guest." She put the medicine bottle into her pocket quietly and smiled, "Marshall, I have a good news for you."

Marshall said, "What news?"

"I'll be off duty at nine forty-five. I checked the bus stop and found that I could catch the last bus of several buses at this time. You don't have to pick me and Rowena up every time in the future."

The corners of Marshall's mouth twitched. It was hard to tell whether he was smiling or in pain. Cornelia skipped over and pulled his sleeve. "Let's go." Noticing the faint smell of alcohol from him, she frowned and asked, "Did you drink?"

"I drank a little." He said.

She didn't care. She took him across the parking lot and the pedestrian bridge.

She didn't know that he had been thinking all the way. He wanted to say to her, "Cornelia, let's be together. At least have a try."

They didn't talk much on the way until they got off the car and went back to school. When they were about to leave, Marshall suddenly said, "I won't pick you up. Will he drive you home?"

Cornelia was stunned for a moment before she realized what he was talking about. To be honest, she was a little angry. But she still smiled and said, "Marshall, you have no right to ask me like that. But it didn't matter. The most important thing is that you shouldn't have asked that. It doesn't make sense."

After saying that, Cornelia turned around and left. He was familiar with her back, which he had watched silently for countless times. Her hair was still tied loosely behind her back.

He knew he had said something stupid. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Maybe it was because of alcohol.