Chapter 6: Sick

  Bella Kay has been in office for a month. “WE” is inherently a famous comic series, a comic work that is immediately adapted into a movie is a rarity in cinema. So when she learned that she had been selected, everyone was surprised to know that Bella was the assistant screenwriter for this film, more admired when she learned that Bella was an assistant to the famous screenwriter Mia Joan.

  But the joy ended when a month later, Bella had not received any assignment from writer Mia Joan. She actively contacted Mia but received the reply: “Temporarily no work. If so, I will contact you later.”

  Bella looks forward to working with Mia, she imagines the days when the two of them sat in the office. But no, Mia is famous for being cold, when in contact, Bella feels that Mia is an iceberg, texting is also arid and bland like a machine.

  …

  The script has been completed, but some details make sense in the comics, they are not suitable in the movie. Mia Joan contacted director William and he said: “For this change, I completely agree with you. But I think you should contact the author of the original to consult with him.”

  Mia agrees.

  During a day of psychological struggle, Mia kept looking at her phone for an hour. In the end, she decided to text first after hundreds of messages from Peter Wayne.

  In the conversation:

  Mia Joan: Hi, Mr. Wayne.

  Peter Wayne: Dear Mia, you finally texted me, you can call me Peter or you can call me honey. Don't be so far away from me.

  Peter had received information from William that she would take the initiative to contact him, so there was a crazy person excited, excited all day. He already has a plan for this.

  Reading a long text message, Mia hesitated about whether she should continue texting or not?

  Peter Wayne: Hey? Mia, are you still there?

  Peter Wayne: Hey, don't read messages without replying to me. It's pitiful for me. :(

  Peter was afraid he'd upset her again: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't ignore me.

  Mia grimaced at her phone, she texted three words and watched him text nonstop, she didn't know how to reply. Just then, her phone rang. The person who was texting frantically was calling her on the phone.

Mia picked up the phone, and Peter kept saying: “Mia, Mia, you're still there, aren't you? Hey, say something. Why did you send a message and then say nothing?"

  Mia: “…I'm still here.”

  Peter breathed a sigh of relief: "Well then, you continue to reply to messages, I can't talk. Cough cough cough.” He purposely covered his nose to make his voice sound like he was sick.

  Continue in the conversation:

  Mia Joan: I want to talk to you to discuss more a detail of the script, they need to be changed to be more appropriate.

  Peter Wayne: Okay, I listen to you.

  Mia Joan: Are you busy this afternoon? We'll meet at a coffee shop, I'll send you the address shortly.

  Peter Wayne: Sorry to bother you, can you come to my house? His health is not very good. Can you help me buy medicine by the way? Brian is on a business trip today, so he still hasn't got his medicine.

  Mia was a bit confused: “…”

  Peter was afraid she wouldn't believe him, so he sent a recording with a violent cough: "Please, consider it as helping people in need."

  Mia Joan: “…Okay, I'll be there in half an hour.”

  …

  Mr. Wayne planned that when he heard that she agreed to come to his house, he immediately jumped into the hot tub, the air conditioner also turned to the hottest setting, and he even put a hot towel on his forehead. Then he hurriedly cleaned the house, which was enough for his body to heat up. He did not forget to send a message to Brian: "If you dare to come here tomorrow, I will not submit the manuscript for half a year."

  …

  Mia continued to hesitate for another 10 minutes as she stood outside his door. She just reached out to ring the doorbell, and only a few seconds later someone opened the door for her immediately.

  Peter still pretends to cough like the real thing: “Cough cough… you’re here… cough… let’s go home…” He leaned against the door, showing himself how tired he was.

  Mia looked up at him, and saw that his face was red, probably due to a fever: "Since when have you been sick?"

  Peter leaned over to the sofa, his eyes flashing with cunning that Mia was completely unaware of: "I had a fever since last night, but I thought I was fine so I didn't notice."

  Mia whispered, "Why are you so careless?"

  Entering this house for the first time, Mia couldn't help but stare at it a little longer. The house is much larger than her apartment, it is also decorated in a minimalist style, almost similar to the decoration style of her home.

  Mia put the medicine bag on the table, she saw that the kitchen was an open space, so she didn't ask anymore but went in to get a glass of water. Peter lay on the sofa with his eyes slightly open to her, smiling happily.

  Mia went to sit on the sofa and didn't forget to keep a safe distance from this man: "Have you eaten yet?"

  Peter closed his eyes and replied, "I ate a sandwich this morning."

  Mia pushed the glass of water towards Peter: "Then take your medicine."

  He looked tired and pretended not to hear what she said, he reached out and lifted her so she could sit closer to him. Although she struggled, he hugged her tightly, his messy hair brushing against her shoulder: "I'm so tired, please help me get some medicine."

   Mia's face was already red as she was lifted like a teddy bear by him and his hands touched her body. She was dumbfounded until she was hugged tightly, she wanted to struggle, but it was too late: "If you let go of your hand, I can get the medicine." Her breath was covered with the faint woody scent of his body, a scent that made her forget her rejection whenever she had to deal with other people.

  Mia wondered countless times why she didn't develop a feeling of disgust toward this man. But seeing him so tired, she reluctantly let him lean on.

  Peter hugged her tightly: “I sit still so you can lean on for a while, it's too dizzy. Just take the medicine."

  She sat on the chair and carefully read the instructions and took each pill. Peter leaned against her, hugging someone he liked for the first time making him feel unreal, his heart beating faster. Peter surreptitiously rubbed Mia's shoulder like a small dog. He looked at the beautiful white side of the face, just taking the medicine, but she was also so careful and attentive. Her every action was captured by him, no matter what she did, he loved it.

  Mia held out her beautiful little hand in front of him, staring at him: "Here, drink it."

  Peter still leaned on her shoulder: "You feed me, I'm so tired."

Mia frowned: "Don't let the water encroach on you, if you don't drink yourself, I will go home, ignore you."

  Peter immediately took the medicine: "I take it, as long as you don't go, I will listen to you no matter what."

  As soon as he finished a few pills, Peter coughed loudly: "Oh my, the medicine is so bitter, so bitter."

  "Hold on a little bit."

  "I can't stand it, it's too bitter." He jumped on the sofa again, hugged her tightly, and rocked her, his mouth moaning incessantly with bitterness. Fortunately, he had a mild cough yesterday, so it was okay to take medicine.

  Mia didn't know what to do with him, it was the first time she had to deal with a man like this. Her life comes in contact with quite a few people, so she doesn't know herself so

What to do right: “So what should be done to reduce the bitterness?” Her small hands reached up to hold her.

  Peter's eyes flashed with cunning, he mustered up his courage and kissed her cheek loudly as she concentrated on thought. Looking at it until now, he really couldn't help it. Her cheeks were so soft, anything from her reminded him of that night.

  Mia frantic, pushed her hand away: "What the hell are you doing?" She immediately took a tissue to wipe her face. The cheeks also slowly change light pink color.

  After the kiss was over, Peter sat next to him and smiled stupidly like a teenager. Mia was even angrier, she was like a ruffled hedgehog when she saw Peter still smiling stupidly at her. She put her small hand on his waist, "What the hell are you laughing at? Do not laugh."

  Before this action, Peter was also quite surprised because she actively made physical contact with him. This pinch was like an itch, but he still cried out, he deliberately lifted his shirt: "Yeah, yeah, I'm not smiling, you keep pinching."

  "Lumpen." She got up and wanted to sit somewhere else. Seeing his tight waist made her face redder.

  He held her hand and pulled her to sit on his chest: "Come on, I won't tease you anymore, sit here well. Mia, the way you blush makes me want to kiss you."

  He thought that he shouldn't do anything to make her resist, just hugging like this is enough. The two of them stayed in that position for 20 minutes. During this time, Mia seems to have become more and more determined than she does not develop a distaste for this man.

  Mia's mind is busy, she doesn't know what to do when the person next to her keeps hugging her. She bit her lip, hesitantly raised her hand, and patted the strong arm that was hugging her waist: "You hurry to rest, don't hug me anymore, okay?"

  After five minutes of the two of them, Peter lay on the bed and slept with a smile still on his lips, still holding Mia's thin hand, which was thin but he still felt extremely comfortable. Mia looked at the person lying on the bed with a wistful look. Last night, because he was so excited, he couldn't sleep, so he took this opportunity to fall asleep.

  At noon, he opened his eyes, saw that the person had not gone, and obediently watched him sleep, he raised his hand to want to touch his cheek, but as expected, she dodged: "Are you so obedient?"

  Mia raised her clasped hands: "Isn't it because you keep holding my hand?" As soon as he finished speaking, Peter's stomach rumbled.

  Looking at Mia who was biting her lip to hold back her laughter, Peter coughed softly to cover his embarrassment: "Mia, I'm hungry."

  Your sentence seemed to touch Mia's weak point, she lowered her head to look at the bed sheets: "But I can't cook."

  Peter immediately knew that this was his chance to express himself, and he got off the bed: “Okay, I'll sit there. I cook for you, you cook very well."

  "Aren't you sick?"

  "I'm fine, even though I'm sick, I cook for you, I'm very willing and happy to do it."

  Mia: “…” She sensed that something wasn't quite right.

  …

  After nearly an hour, there were many dishes on the table such as salad, pasta, salmon with passion fruit sauce… Peter looked at her proudly: “Why looking at this food table, do you see me as a person? ideal boyfriend right? Here, I'll give it a try and see my skills."

  Mia is completely attracted to the food on the table, she is rarely cooked by others, so when she saw that she was attracted to them, she cut a piece of salmon and put it in her mouth.

  Peter had been leaning close to her ever since: “How? Is the taste okay?”

  Because of enjoying delicious food, Mia is also less cold than usual, which she is not aware of. Her eyes lit up: "It's delicious." Mia is a rather picky eater, but Peter's food is very suitable for her taste.

  (Hehehe, this is probably fate, the two of them are so compatible.)

  Peter looked at people because of the food he made, his eyes sparkled, his mouth was soft, and he saw her as a cute little rabbit, he couldn't help but stroke Mia's shoulder-length hair: "If you think they're delicious, I eat a lot. Has my image in your eyes changed?”

  Mia focused on eating, didn't pay much attention, and said idly: "An indecent person who knows how to cook."

  Peter: “…” Anyway, he couldn't get the word "indecent" out of her mind of him.

  At the end of the meal, Peter put his hand on his chin and looked at her: "How should I pay you?"

  Mia wants to open her bag: “Shall I pay you?”

  Peter was helpless at her thoughts: "No, I don't need the money."

  Mia tilted her head, she wondered: "So what do you want?"

  Peter mused, he gripped her small hand tightly. His eyes were gentle on her so that she would not panic at this action of his, his voice suddenly became gentle: "Mia, next time you can pay attention and reply to my messages, okay? Just a little bit is fine.”

  Mia looked at the other person's affectionate eyes and knew that she couldn't refuse this request: "...Fine."

  Peter said he was tired after cooking and washing dishes, he returned to the sofa, leaned on his shoulder, and reached out to hug Mia, watching TV together. Mia knows that struggling won't work, she obediently watches TV with him. But involuntarily she also leaned against Peter's wide and warm chest.

  Looking at the hand of the clock that pointed to the number four, Mia Joan discovered that she had been here all day and had not done anything. She couldn't let time pass in vain like this.

  She moved slightly away from Peter's chest, which was touching her back, gently tugging at the sleeve of his T-shirt: "Peter, can we work?" She saw her and his sitting posture like a couple.

  Watching her timidly pull his sleeve, Peter felt his heart soften, he shook his head: "No, I want us to continue watching TV."

  Mia frowned, she struggled to get out: "Well then, I'm going home."

  She had just come out, so Peter immediately felt the emptiness, no longer warm, which made him feel down. He quickly pulled her to sit in his lap, defiantly saying: "Okay, okay. We can always sit here and work.”

  Except for the bad sitting posture, the two still had a pretty effective working session. Peter also works quite seriously due to Mia's many warning glares. Until 8 p.m., under his gaze of nostalgia and a little unwillingness, Mia Joan was finally able to go home.

  Turning her back to the house, Mia told herself she would never come here again. This place had a warm atmosphere that she hadn't felt in a long time, she had to stay away from it, or else she would drown in it and it would be even harder to get out. Mia walked out of the subdivision to catch a taxi.