Chapter 1692

Terence sat down beside Chantelle and added softly, "Eat." Chantelle glanced at him and picked her fork up to eat. After a moment, she said, "It's okay. We can just go to my house to get them. It's close, anyway." "You're hurt and can't move around freely. As an outsider, it's not very appropriate for me to go around rummaging through your things," Terence said plainly. Chantelle thought about it and realized that he was right. Even if he carried her over, she wouldn't be able to pack her own things, and she certainly couldn't let him do it for her. Hence, it was better to just buy them at the mall. She would pay for it herself when the time came. After they finished eating, Terence got up and went into the kitchen to wash the dishes. He asked, "Do you want to rest a bit first, or shall we go to the mall now?" Chantelle reached up to touch her hair. Her fingers had just brushed against his necktie when she heard his voice and hastily drew her hand back. "I'm fine either way,