Finally, Greta decided to jump on Ryan's back and let him carry her into the therapy room. Even being carried, didn't reduce the pain she felt.

Greta awkwardly pressed her face against Ryan's fragrant back. It was strange to lean on someone who caused her such an injury.

There was an urge in Greta's mind that she wanted to ask Ryan a question, about anything. But again her pride refused her to do such a thing.

In the clinic lobby, they were greeted by an officer who immediately gave Greta a wheelchair to ride. Ryan slowly lowered Greta into a wheelchair. "Ouch!" Greta screamed and was about to cry when she felt her tailbone hit the wheelchair. She deliberately sat on her side to ease the pain. Behind her, Ryan looked very guilty, something he didn't show in front of Greta because of his high sense of dignity.

After an X-ray, the doctor said that Greta had a tailbone injury from hitting the marble floor very hard with her arched body. The doctor advised Greta to rest for a few days until her injury improved.

"Here's the medicine," Ryan said, holding out a plastic bag of drugs he'd just bought from the pharmacy. He had already paid all of Greta's bills.

"Come on, I'll take you home," Ryan said pushing Greta's wheelchair out. Greta put on a tight face because she was too upset. If Ryan hadn't dropped her on the floor she probably wouldn't have been injured!

"How can I move in this condition! You're so annoying!" whined Greta after she got in the car.

Ryan just stayed silent while focusing on driving. "Hey, are you that heartless! Can't you show a little remorse! Are you a sociopath or something?!" grumbled Greta, still sitting on her side to avoid the throbbing in her tailbone.

"My apartment and yours are not far, I will deliver food for you during your healing process," Ryan suddenly said.

Greta snorted,

"I don't need the help from someone like you!" she replied annoyed. She was too upset that she felt like crying. It happened because indeed Greta was a child who was very spoiled by her parents.

Living independently in a foreign country sometimes overwhelmed her even though she was twenty-eight years old.

"Where should I park?" Ryan asked as he entered Greta's apartment building. Greta curtly replied, "Turn that way!"

The car stopped at a VIP parking area. Ryan rushed down, then opened the passenger door, and with a straight face, he offered his back to Greta just like before. Having no choice Greta climbed onto Ryan's back. She could have been sit in a wheelchair, but sitting down like that her tailbone would still hurt.

As if Greta had no weight, Ryan carried her with great ease. He could even stick Greta's access card to the elevator wall without a problem, much to Greta's amazement.

Greta's apartment was located on the 36th floor, with a quick movement Ryan opened the apartment door. To be honest he was a little surprised to learn that Greta lived in a premium unit which was quite expensive to rent.

"Should I take my shoes off?" asked Ryan who saw Greta putting some pastel house slippers on the shoe rack near the foyer.

"Yes, please! I don't like dirty shoes stomping on my apartment floor!" Greta replied curtly.

Ryan easily took off his shoes with his feet without having to put Greta down first.

"Please take off my shoes too, my shoes are wet from the rain," said Greta rather carefully, she wondered whether her request was too much or not. But without protest, Ryan who felt guilty immediately took off her shoes.

After he finished removing Greta's shoes he continued his steps inside. Ryan looked around the apartment, only by looking at the type of sofa Greta had, he could judge how rich Greta was. But he refused to say anything.

"Where is your room?" Ryan asked. Greta pointed to a closed-door not far from them.

Ryan slowly opened Greta's bedroom which was quite spacious and went inside quickly and without making a sound. After finding the bed, Ryan carefully lowered Greta there.

"Ouch!" squealed Greta as her bottom touched the bed, in one swift motion she rolled over and shifted into a prone position to relieve the pain from the pressure.

Ryan glanced at his watch, "Okay, I'll go now. This is my business card, you can call me if you need anything," he said in a flat tone like before.

Greta didn't answer, but when Ryan turned around and was about to step outside, Greta started the action.

"Oh my god, my stomach is hurt! I just remembered I haven't eaten anything since morning!" she grumbled while peeking at Ryan who immediately stopped his steps.

"Is there any food I can warm up?" He asked curtly.

"Are you kidding me? I never warm any kind of food! It spoils the taste!" Greta said, though it sounded annoying she was telling the truth.

Ryan took a deep breath, he took his cell phone to call the restaurant.

"Martin, get ready for dinner, I'm going to be a little late," he said and walked out of the room to Greta's kitchen, which was very neat and luxurious.

Seventeen minutes later he returned with a plate of pasta whose aroma filled Greta's room.

"Eat up, I have to go," Ryan said, placing the plate of pasta on the nightstand.

"So how am I supposed to eat? I can't even sit down!" grumbled Greta putting on a sad face.

"You expect me to feed you? And how are you going to eat when you're face down on the bed like that? You want to eat that way?" Ryan snapped, losing his temper.

Greta pursed her lips in annoyance, "I didn't ask you to help to feed me! Go away!" she let out.

Ryan looked at Greta who looked away from him in confusion.

"Okay I'll go," he said and walked out of Greta's room and let the door opened.

After Ryan left Greta tried to turn around because she was really hungry. But the pain in her tailbone was getting worse.

For the first time in her life in a foreign country, she missed her warm mansion so much. And most of all, she misses her mother who will surely be happy to serve her when she was sick what happened to her that day...

Suddenly the tears fell down her cheek, partly because she was sick, partly because she was hungry, and partly because she missed her family.

She kept crying out loud until she didn't notice the footsteps approaching back to her room...

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