Chapter: 720
"What? You can see me?" Nikolas asked, adopting a challenging tone.

Jonathan prepared to reply, but Bethany nudged him, signaling that it was okay.

"I'm not blind," Aimee said calmly, continuing to eat. "Bethany, this food is really good!"

“Then eat more."

Looking at Aimee, Nikolas set down his fork. “Didn't you mention we'd never see each other again? That's why I was ignoring you."

“Okay, fine," Aimee replied nonchalantly.

Nikolas felt deflated by her response.

He preferred Aimee arguing with him rather than this indifference.

As Nikolas was about to speak, Jonathan interjected in a cold tone, “Let's just eat dinner"

"Okay... Okay."

During dinner, everyone seemed lost in their thoughts, but Bethany and Jonathan felt like they were watching a show.

Aimee suggested she and Bethany take a walk, leaving Jonathan and Nikolas alone in the ward.

“Why are you always at odds with Aimee?" Jonathan sensed tension between them.

Sitting on the sofa with his head dropped, Nikolas sighed. “I just feel she's unlike other women!"

Back in Odonset, Nikolas was quite the catch. Women flocked to him, afraid to even speak up, let alone argue.

But Aimee appeared unable to converse without engaging in argument with him.

"But is it just because she's different?"

Jonathan didn't approve of Nikolas’ indifferent attitude towards love.

While he wouldn't care about other women, Aimee was different. She was Bethany's best friend, and had even raised the twins. Jonathan felt responsible for her well-being.

“Well, you don't need to worry about what I'll do to her. I get it. If I get involved with her, you won't be able to explain it to Bethany." Nikolas frowned, scratching his head irritably. “But let me be honest. I just feel bored without her arguing with me about everything."

"You called to say you were going home. Was it because you thought Aimee had already left?"

Nikolas covered his face. "How did you figure that out? It's embarrassing. I went to knock on her door. I told myself a good man wouldn't stoop to arguing with a woman. But she didn't answer. The receptionist downstairs said a car came to pick her up, and she left. I thought she was..."

"Going home?"

"Yeah."