The raise of Maureen Smith and her Good Luck System
Chapter 129: Liam has been hospitalized

Chapter 129: Liam has been hospitalized

It was still snowing outside.

Maureen leaned her umbrella against the wall and pushed open the door to the VIP hospital room.

Liam, semi-reclined on the hospital bed, was eagerly waiting for her arrival with an intense look in his eyes.

But as she entered the room, he quickly reddened and stiffened up, swiftly diverting his gaze away.

Maureen took off her coat and hung it by the door.

As she moved closer, Liam turned more and more embarrassed to the point of desperation.

In the end, he yanked up his blanket over his head and buried it in humiliation, "Don’t come any closer, Maureen, you got the wrong room!" Maureen: "..." "Mr. Liam, I’ll leave for now." Mr. Boris glanced at both of them, guessing some of the circumstances.

He lightly chuckled and gave a nod toward Maureen, "You two chat, call me if you need anything."

Maureen replied, "Okay."

After Mr. Boris left, the hospital room turned even quieter.

The window was shut; the tidy room was bare apart from Liam’s coat thrown on the couch and some bandages scattered by the bed.

The air was filled with an uncomfortable sense of embarrassment.

Maureen bent down to pick up the bandages, throwing them into the waste bin.

She then glanced at Liam’s leg, which was propped up in a cast.

Before she came in, she had consulted the doctor, who said it was nothing serious - just a minor fracture – and reassured her that boys his age recover fast.

The plaster cast should come off in just over a month.

But – he was just too careless.

Maureen’s gaze fell on the mound of a blanket.

She knew she absolutely couldn’t laugh at this point, or she’ll be remembered by Liam forever.

Suppressing any chance of laughter, she sat down on the chair next to the bed and asked, "Where did you fall from? Does it hurt? Did you hurt anywhere else other than fracturing your left ankle?"

Liam remained silent, buried under the covers with only his plastered leg and a tip of his ear peeking out.

The tip of his exposed ear turned increasingly red, seeming as if it would bleed. Even if being smothered by the quilt killed him, he wouldn’t come out.

This was just too embarrassing! In his eighteen years, he had never faced such humiliation! How could this happen?!

This was nowhere near the cool and domineering confession scene he had imagined! And she was laughing at him! She was laughing at him even after his leg was broken!

The moment she said she liked him, she began laughing at him! Could it be that she no longer liked him just because he did something so disgraceful?! Liam’s face, buried in the quilt, turned as red as a tomato.

With insecurity gnawing at his heart, he felt utterly desolate. Maureen asked, "Hmm? Why aren’t you speaking?

Have you filmed the scene?"

"I have." Liam tried to salvage his dignity, straining to make his voice sound lower and mature, just like a handsome man’s voice, "It’s not my fault.

The slippers were too slippery. I wonder who mopped the floor last night.

It’s winter and the floor is still wet in the morning!"

Understanding dawned on Maureen.

"Of course."

Liam breathed a sigh of relief. With a playful note in her voice and a grin in her eyes, Maureen teased, "Of course, it’s because the floor was too slippery, not because you were too excited after hearing me say ’I like you’." Liam fell speechless.

Maureen: "Are you really that happy to hear me say I like you?"

Liam: "..." Maureen sighed softly, "I’m glad I didn’t say too much, otherwise I would worry you might fall even harder."

Liam: "..." Liam clenched the corner of his blanket, indignantly yelling from under the covers, "Which eye of yours saw me being happy?

I am not happy! Why should I be happy? It’s just a confession, no big deal! Do you think I’ve never been confessed to since I was little? I’ve experienced all kinds of things, alright?"

"Really?"

Maureen laughed, "Did your face get hurt too? Lift your covers and let me see." Liam blushed and gripped his blanket tightly.

He could only guess at the outline of his head under the blankets. Maureen reached out to lift the covers.

Liam adamantly refused.

Of course, Maureen wasn’t as strong as him and she couldn’t pull the blanket away from him despite her efforts.

Since she couldn’t see his face, all she could see was his ear, red as if it was about to bleed.

"Well, I’m leaving then," Maureen said purposely, standing up as she spoke.

The chair was lightly tapped by her knee, leaving a faint scratch on the floor.

Just as Maureen turned around, a long, bone-thin boy’s hand came out from under the blanket, hurriedly grabbing hold of her wrist.

Five fingers were clenching tightly around her wrist.

It was as if he was afraid that she would walk away.

Maureen couldn’t help but smile at the corners of her mouth and turned her head to look back.

With his other hand, Liam brusquely lifted the quilt, revealing a head of disheveled hair and a handsome face, buried in the pillow, with redness in the corners of his eyes.

He was infuriated, "Maureen, how could you do this, confessing one moment, and leaving the next?

Isn’t this irresponsibility?" He began to doubt if Maureen’s confession of love was a lie!

She said she loved him the most in the whole world, wanted to dine, date, watch movies, and even hug and hold hands with him.

But why do none of these commitments matter after they finally meet?

What happened to the promised hugs and holding hands?! She was about to leave before they could even have a couple of conversations!

"I will not leave, nor will I be irresponsible."

Maureen sat down again, saying, "I just wanted to see your face.

It’s not my fault that you covered it with a comforter."

Liam blushed. She just wanted to see his face.

What an provoking remark. Why did she become so bold after removing her small face mask? "Did you not sleep well last night?"

Maureen scrutinized Liam’s face. There were no scratches on his face, nor on his neck, or hands.

She sighed in relief. He was wearing a black wide-shouldered casual sweater, which made his face look even whiter.

His lips lacked color, and the delicate mole at the corner of his right eye appeared a bit weary.

Of course, it could have been due to the discomfort of wearing blinders.

But there was also a bit of dark circles under his eyes, making it seem like he wasn’t getting enough sleep.

Maureen: "Liam, I’ve been wanting to ask, do you often have trouble sleeping?"

Liam’s attention was still held by the hand that was gripping Maureen’s wrist.

He hadn’t let go since he grabbed her, and it seemed like Maureen hadn’t pulled her hand away either.

Liam could feel her wrist in his palm; it was chill and soft to the touch.

It was a girl’s hand. His eyes cast downwards, his feelings were like a runny poached egg, quietly contemplating if now was a time where they could hold hands — after all, it was she who had said she wanted to hold his hand.

"Why would I often have trouble sleeping?" Liam lifted his hand and lightly flicked Maureen’s forehead: "Why are you suddenly asking this?"

Maureen straightened the disarrayed bangs created by his flick and asked, "Whenever I call you always pick up right away, don’t you go on airplane mode when you sleep?"

Around six in the morning, it surely seemed like it was Liam’s dreamtime, given his young master status.

Before, Liam would naturally turn off his phone.

However, things have been relentless recently. The Smith family found Mrs. Daniel, who is now under arrest and awaiting trial.

Before matters settle down, Liam always worries if something might happen on Maureen’s end.

Thus, he had grown accustomed to not turning his phone off.

Liam evasively replied, "No, I sleep quite well."

"Speaking of which, are you having trouble sleeping?" Liam eyed Maureen.

If Maureen didn’t sleep well, it’d be very noticeable, her glossy long hair would be more frizzy than usual.

And besides, even though she was diligent and hardworking, she was not the type to rise at the crack of dawn.

She usually leaves the dormitory building around seven in the morning.

Therefore, when she suddenly called him at six o’clock in the morning today, his first reaction was to think that something had happened to her.

Maureen nodded her head,

"Yes, I didn’t get much sleep last night."

Liam is a bit helpless, "I told you to take a few days off first.

There’s still some time left before the finals.

Why the rush?" Liam raised his hand, intending to tousle Maureen’s hair, "Did you dream about solving Olympiad math problems again?"

Maureen shook her head,

"No."

Liam stopped his hand,

Maureen looked at Liam and candidly said, "I dreamt about you."

Liam: "......" Caught off guard, Liam’s ears turned red all of a sudden.