shuhaige
Chapter 927
Sidney pulled out his business card and handed it to Diana. "I currently run an architectural design studio."Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!
Diana accepted the card, noticing the name "Starlight Design Studio" printed on it. The card also had Sidney's contact information, and a smile tugged at her lips as she tucked it away. "I'm currently working in the product development department at Tudor Group," she said with a hint of pride in her voice.
It was hard to get a position at Tudor Group-only the best survived the rigorous rounds of interviews.
Sidney gave a slight nod. "Tudor is a good company."
Diana looked at him and asked, "Do you have a girlfriend?"
Sidney, however, replied, "Miss White, we're here. This is the supermarket."
Diana's brows furrowed slightly at his avoidance of her question.
Why didn't he answer her?
Still, she reminded herself not to rush things. If she seemed too eager, he might get the wrong impression about her. So, she decided not to press the matter further.
Sidney also went into the store to buy some of Ruth's favorite fruits, and the two of them headed back to the hospital.
When they returned, Ruth and Jackie were chatting away, both of them beaming with smiles.
"Aunt, here are the canned fruits," Diana said, pulling the cans from the bag and handing them to Jackie.
Jackie chuckled and said, "Well, how am I supposed to eat these if you don't open them for me?"
Diana froze for a moment, then turned to Sidney. "Mr. Troy, would you mind helping me with this? I'm not strong enough to open it."
"Sure," Sidney replied.
He took the can and opened it effortlessly.
Ruth, watching from the side, couldn't help but grin widely.
Sidney turned to her, his voice calm. "Mom, I'd appreciate it if you didn't pull these kinds of stunts again. I don't like them."
"Alright, alright, I get it. No more scaring you," Ruth said, nodding quickly.
Sidney sat down, half-listening to his mother's chatter. As he absentmindedly pulled out his phone, he opened his social feed and immediately saw a new post from Maria.
She had uploaded nine photos from
the beach. In each one, she woreza floral dress and a wide-brimmed hat, looking carefree and at ease. Every picture captured her beauty perfectly.
Sidney scrolled through the photos, his focus entirely on Maria's beach pictures. He seemed lost in thought, his expression unusually absorbed.
Ruth, noticing his silence, curiously
glanced over at his phone. When she
saw he was looking at a woman's photos, she paused but decided not to say anything.
After a moment, Sidney liked the post and then put his phone away.
He stayed for a while longer, chatting with Ruth, before finally standing to leave.
Diana also took the opportunity to rise and say, "Aunt, it's getting late, so I'll head out. I'll visit you again soon."
"Alright, dear," Jackie nodded with a smile.
Sidney and Diana walked out of the hospital room, one after the other.
"Mr. Troy, where are you headed? Could you give me a lift?" Diana asked hopefully.
"I'm taking the subway," Sidney replied.
Diana froze for a second, the smile on her lips faltering slightly.
He didn't own a car?
It seemed like his design studio wasn't doing all that well.
Still, he was handsome, and starting his own business at such a young age meant there was potential. He was a work in progress-a project she could manage. "I'll accept that," she thought, convincing herself.
"I take the subway too. I live near the Tudor Group. What about you?" Diana asked, trying to keep the conversation going.
"I live out in the more rural part of the city," Sidney said casually.
The mention of the less developed
area, far from the city center with its
long commute and sparse
surroundings, made Diana's
expression falter, a flicker of
swnevel
disappointment passing through her eyes.
Her demeanor cooled noticeably.
Outside the hospital, she pulled out her phone, pretending to read a message. "Oh, my friend just texted me. I'll be heading off now. Goodbye." "Goodbye," Sidney responded, showing no hesitation or interest, and walked off without looking back.