Chapter 130 My Next Girlfriend

But Ellie thought that he acted this way because he was uneasy.

Ellie didn't mind his presence in such a big ward. Besides, there was nothing expensive or important outside the bedroom. After another look at him, she came back to her grandpa.

"Ellie, who's there?"

"No one. It's just a cat. Grandpa, I need to go out for a while. I'll come back soon. You just stay here and have a good rest," Ellie said gently.

"Okay! Don't worry about me. I can take care of myself," Brown said, as he waved Ellie away.

Assured, Ellie came out of the room.

Andrew had arranged two nurses for Brown, but Ellie refused the offer. She wanted to look after her grandpa herself now that he was in J City with her. Of course it would be more laborious for Ellie to do so, but she didn't care.

When Ellie came out, she saw the man sitting on a chair, his back to her. He was playing on his phone.

Ellie went up to him and asked, "How long are you going to be here?"

Francis looked at the time on his phone. He guessed, or rather hoped, that the lady who had been chasing him had left. So he put his phone in his pocket and rose. "I'll leave now." Francis didn't look at Ellie even now.

Because he didn't want to have that horrible experience again. The picture of that fat lady chasing after him was still vivid in his mind, which was like psychological trauma for him. If he experienced that again, he thought he would definitely pass out. He decided to wash his face to refresh himself.

"All right," Ellie said, as she left the room first.

As Francis passed by Ellie, he smelled a familiar fragrance. His nose subconsciously followed the fragrance.

The moment he raised his head, he was greeted with the sight of Ellie who lowered her head and was closing the door. Her soft black hair was up in a messy bun, a few strands of hair dancing in the breeze.

Her ivory skin was wonderfully beautiful, and her long eyelashes trembled as her eyes

nd was about to get in. But Francis was faster. He got out of his car and closed the taxi door that Ellie had just opened. He said to the driver, "I'm sorry, sir. We don't need a taxi now. My wife and I are in a little fight."

Ellie was furious at his words and she interrupted angrily, "What the hell are you talking about? Don't listen to him, sir. I don't even know him. Of course I need this taxi."

"Honey, I'm so sorry! It's all my fault! Please forgive me! Please!" Francis pleaded, as he held Ellie's hand.

"Let me go!" Ellie went scarlet with anger and stared at him, her eyes wide.

"No! I won't let you go this time," Francis said, suddenly getting dramatic.

"Hey! Do you still need this taxi?" the taxi driver yelled at them. He had become annoyed by them.

"Yes!"

"No!"

The driver scowled at them, shook his head, and drove away.

Ellie had been waiting for a long time and when a taxi had arrived, she had missed it because of this strange man. It was only natural that Ellie got mad at him.

"Come on, beautiful lady! No matter how long you stare at the taxi, the driver will not come back. He's gone. Get in the car! Tell me where you are going! I can drive you there." Francis was in a good mood, unlike Ellie. He even had the gall to put his hand on Ellie's shoulder.