Hearing his laughter, Karina felt a bit awkward.
She adjusted her hair and expressed her gratitude genuinely, saying, âThank you for what you did earlier.
â
If he hadnât shown up, she might have had to sleep in the bathroom tonight.
âIf you really want to thank me, stop keeping your distance all day.
â
His voice was light, laced with a teasing tone.
âWhat prompted you to seek me out?â Karina shifted the conversation.
âI wanted to thank you after I got the cold medicine.
I called you a few times but got no answer, and you didnât respond to my messages either.
I thou
ght something might be wrong, so I came to check.
Donât you think Iâm perceptive?â
Barlowâs tone was playful, like a child eager for approval.
Karina felt a flutter in her chest.
As the elevator doors opened, she quickly said, âHereâs our floor.
Letâs go.
â
Barlow laughed and followed her out.
However, as soon as he exited the elevator, he stumbled and nearly fell.
Hearing the commotion, Karina turned to see him bracing against the wall, his face drained of color.
Startled, she rushed over, asking, âCarlow, are you alright?â
Barlow grimaced, feeling a sharp pain in his foot.
Though his foot was nearly healed, it still couldnât withstand much pressure.
He had forcefully kicked the door, which likely aggravated the muscles.
He was about to insist he was fine, but seeing Karinaâs concerned expression, he changed his mind.
âMy leg hurts.
Can you help me?â
Karina was well aware that there was something wrong with his leg.
Upon hearing this, she immediately reached out and supported him without any hesitation.
With a faint smile, Barlow leaned on her shoulder, transferring some of his weight to her.
âKarina, I hurt my leg when I kicked the door.
â
It dawned on her that he was hurt because of her.
With a look of remorse, Karina supported him and said, âLetâs get into the room first.
â