Chapter 67

Derrick said, "Spit it out already. Cat got your tongue?" Wilson felt like sewing his mouth shut. "Your legs should be fine in about two months, and you'll be walking normally again." Derrick glared at him. "Then why are you giving me that look like I'm dead?" He had already made the worst assumption in his mind. Wilson chuckled, narrowing his eyes in mischief, sunlight glinting off his handsome features. "I just wanted to see you all worried." This time, Derrick held his tongue. His eyes stayed locked on the way Melanie had gone, his expression clouded and hard to read. Wilson blinked, surprised he hadn't been roasted. "What's wrong?" "Being liked too much is exhausting," Derrick said with a sigh. "Of course, you wouldn't get it. After all, you're too annoying for anyone to really like you." Wilson twitched the corner of his mouth. Was that a compliment and an insult at the same time? Please. He got enough love letters to wallpaper the planet. "Who likes you?" Derrick answere