"Oh..." Bryson seemed to sign a little helplessly. "In fact, you know they will escort me all the way to your place, and there will be no problem at all for me to cook for you. Gloria, you know my situation and you should trust me. I’m not that vulnerable."
Nydia thought the situation was quite complicated. She opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.
In contrast, Gloria whispered, "Wait until you get well, Bryson. You should take care of your body."
Bryson’s eyes twinkled with tears. He finally answered, "Alright then."
The phone was not hung up yet, but both of them suddenly became silent.
Gloria didn't know what to say. While Bryson had a lot to say, he didn't know how to put it.
Nydia felt a little embarrassed when she sat aside. The next moment, she ran away as if she thought of something and yelled, "Gloria, come, I need your help! How can I sort out your luggage?"