Ivana wanted to explain, but before she could say anything, the firefighter said again, "You're awake. I'll leave now. Here's my phone number. Call me if you need anything." He hesitated for a moment.
"Winston Applegate," Ivana stared at the paper, murmuring.
The doctor came to check on her. There were no major issues and she could leave in a few days.
[You can't compete with me.] Sydney sent a message, followed by a series of photos. They were of Ernest comforting Sydney, with a few pictures of Sydney applying an ice pack to her slightly red skin.
"Okay, he's yours." Ivana calmly replied with few words. The other side continued typing for a long time but did not reply.
The plans to go abroad were nearly finished. Ivana opened her phone's social media platforms and gallery. She deleted all the love-related posts with Ernest, then removed every contact, even his email.
She heard that Ernest had booked an entire floor for half a month just because Sydney fell during the fire and scraped her knees and hands.
On the seventh day after being discharged, Ivana completed the discharge procedures and Ernest was hurriedly carrying breakfast upstairs. She glanced at his back coldly, then turned around and left without saying a word.
Ernest felt a sudden, strong beat in his heart, as though he had forgotten something.
He looked at the breakfast in his hand and touched his pockets, everything was there. Perhaps he was just exhausted from taking care of Sydney these days.
Ivana arrived home and double-checked her materials.
She went back to the dessert shop, where the freezer door had been replaced with a new one and a new pastry chef was working, showcasing new desserts at the counter.
She retrieved her recipe notebook and packed a few of her own kitchen tools. As she was about to leave, she ran into Ernest, who had returned to get the chocolate cake.
Ernest saw her and, momentarily guilty, appeared much gentler than before. He asked, "Are you taking it back to work on new products?"
Ivana muttered, "Mhm."
He said again, "Don't forget to let Sydney try it."
Ivana didn't respond. She's a person who never promises what she can't do.
Ernest also knew this. Seeing that she said nothing, his face darkened, "That day was an accident. There's no need to keep being angry."
"Mhm." Ivana looked at the approaching cab on her phone, not wanting to waste more breath on him.