"By the way, here's the water I just bought." Aria Jackson put the plastic bag on the coffee table, "The ones in your fridge have been there for days. I took the liberty of throwing them away. You don't mind, do you?"
Hudson Chester was slightly taken aback, clearly a bit surprised. Aria Jackson's act of buying water seemed overly enthusiastic.
"Thank you." He pondered for a moment, then added, "Are you free this weekend? Let me treat you to dinner. You've been very helpful these days."
Aria Jackson quickly declined: "No need, you helped treat this arm of mine. Who knows when I might trouble you again? Such a small thing, no need to worry about it."
Speaking of her arm, Hudson Chester's gaze involuntarily fell on the bandage, "Although the wound has healed, you still need to be careful. Don't lift heavy objects, don't exert too much force, and drive less for now... Which arm did you use to carry the water just now?"
Aria Jackson was momentarily stunned, "…The uninjured arm!"
