Chapter 117 The Man Throws a Tantrum
Yet with his complex gaze, there were many hidden thoughts that she couldn't comprehend.
Mr. L pondered silently. Darcy functioned as something of a conduit between him and the Ordelia family. Despite his desire to see her depart, even though he disliked her, he couldn't afford to displease the vigilant Rodriguez family. His father insisted on him marrying Alan Rodriguez to secure the Imperial Group.
They were merely biding their time, waiting for him to make a mistake.
In the midst of these circumstances, he needed the support of the Ordelia family.
How would this woman understand the reasons behind all this? L glanced at her and said, "Never mind. I am starving. Even if the food is terrible, I will eat you instead!"
"..." The change of topic caught Winnie off guard, and she quickly retreated to the kitchen.
But even if he was joking to appease her, his words left her feeling a touch of sweetness. Finally, she sensed his concern for her.
In the end, two servants came to help, and dinner was finally prepared.
Winnie stood by the bed, spoon-feeding him. She could not help but admire his agile hands.
"What are you looking at? With my wounded shoulder, I can't control fine movements," he justified, yet his fingers were still sliding through files on his phone.
Winnie was speechless, shocked by his explanation. In any case, he saved her, so any excuses were acceptable.
Luke lips twitched in silent amusement. As the CEO of Imperial Jewelry, couldn't he just say he liked Winnie taking care of him without feeling bashful?
He the joy on his face was rather evident.
With a frown, the man said, "I haven't showered in a day. Help me clean myself later."
Winnie almost dropped her bowl, stealing a glance at his mature and muscular body. Her heart raced, and with a flushed face, she hesitated, "Why don't we let Luke assist you?"
"Did Luke save me in a desperate state?"
"... " The woman was instantly mortified.
Meanwhile, Luke had already excused himself and left the room.
Winnie clenched her small fist, trying to find the right words to continue.
He reasoned, "But I would feel embarrassed, we're not that close yet."
"No need to be embarrassed; you have my permission to admire my flawless physique. Just don't faint from it." The man was noble and aloof, with deep and mysterious eyes.
Winnie found herself utterly overwhelmed by his commanding presence. Her mouth twitched, unable to find words to refuse.
Since he saved her, she had to do whatever he asked.
Winnie closed the door tightly, immediately filled a basin with hot water, and her trembling hands picked up a towel. She silently repeated to herself not to think too much and treated it as just cleaning a sculpture.
But... there was no doubt that this sculpture was too handsome a tall, graceful figure, with well-defined muscles exuding strength and power. His pale skin was different from the popular bronze color. He looked very noble.
She wanted to control her eyes, but she could not.
L stared at her provocatively, his eyes repeatedly glancing at himself. Her face reddened like a ripe apple, and she bit her pink lips.
A muscle moved in the man's throat, and he knew she couldn't resist his magnetic charm.
Hmm, isn't she coming?
But eventually, it was the man who gave in.
L clenched his jaw slightly and asked, "Is it done? Hurry up."
Winnie's face was also burning, and she coughed lightly, "Alright."
She immediately finished wiping.
Hurriedly taking the warm water to restroom, closed the door, and touched her face as she took deep breaths.
She could not help but feel resentful. Clenching her fists, she resolved o approach him again and negotiate, "Can't you hire a male nurse? Just now..."
"Don't bring up 'just now.' Do you have any suggestions?" The man leaned against the headboard, inhaling deeply, and his eyes appeared darker.
Winnie blushed, "Don't tease me too much, L. I had a maid helping me with cooking. You merely summoned me casually."
It was just because he did not want her, who was pregnant, to stand and bend over for too long.
L glanced at her disdainfully, "So you don't love me anymore? Yesterday in the hallway, you claimed you were only concerned about me waking up; you were ready to do anything."
"..." Winnie had never said such words.
Couldn't this damn guy stop clinging to that one confession and exploiting it beyond all limits?
He suddenly furrowed his brows.
"What's wrong?" Winnie nervously hurried over in concern.
The man weakly pursed his lips, "It hurts. You're the reason I’m feel this way."
"..." Winnie was skeptical, torn between doubting his words and fearing he might genuinely be in pain. A hint of regret surged on her face, "Then don't move, my love for you is enough, I'm willing to do anything for you, alright?"
She felt utterly helpless.
Only then did L crack a smile.
"Well, just sleep with me," he murmured weakly.
It must be said that even a handsome man with a good figure could also be charming when acting like a spoiled child, without compromising his maturity. Winnie observed his 'sickly charming looks,' enhanced by the mask he wore, it added an extra touch of temptation.
She had just climbed onto her own small bed and lay down when he complained, "It hurts even more when you're so far away from me."
What does distance have to do with it? Under his gaze, Winnie finally ended up lying in his arms.
The hospital bed was anything but spacious, and she was careful not to touch his shoulder blades or the wound on his head.
She was a little tired and wanted to sleep, feeling drowsy.
However, at the sight of his furrowed brow, Winnie instantly roused herself. “Is the pain back?”
Nodding in discomfort, he appeared resolute. "Forget it, go back to sleep." How could she sleep when it would have been her who had her head split open if not for him?
Winnie furrows her pretty brows and stands up. "No, I'm going to find a doctor."
"What's the use of finding a doctor? Can he make the pain go away?"
"What should we do then?"
The man's black eyes grazed over her red lips. The warm lamp light in the ward cast a soft glow on her from above, casting a beautiful haze over her face. Her clear and warm eyes almost set him on fire. Just a moment ago, he...
L shifted his gaze to her hand and whispers, "Could you gently massage it for me?"
Massage, huh? She knows how to do it.
Winnie sits up slightly, reaches for his head, and feels his sharp short hair in her palm. She massages him carefully, occasionally blowing on his wound.
It was an instinctive gesture, her maternal instinct and tenderness spilling over in his presence.
Her hair cascaded like feathers brushing against his face contour, making it itch even more.
L moved her hand and in a low, magnetic voice he says, "It seems to feel better. Massage all over."
would it really work? Winnie massages him diligently, starting from his tense shoulders... Suddenly, he grabbed her hand and guided it to his waist...
Winnie felt slightly dazed, and he took a deep breath His Adam's apple bobbed as he lowered his head, peppering kissed across her face.
His kisses left her wide-eyed and speechless. They left her breathless, unable to think. Just as she was about to realize something and tried to resist, L breathed softly against her, coaxing her like he would a little girl. "You said you would do anything for me, and I'm in so much pain now, Mrs. L..."
Winnie feels like a soft marshmallow being gently compressed by him. She gazed at him in embarrassment, unable to muster any resistance, knowing that moving even a little might hit his wound.
Completely defenseless, she found herself immobilized, and she suspected that he had kissed her until she lost consciousness. She could not recall anything that had happened.
All she knew was that she staggered into the bathroom, her eyes read and glazed, and remained there for an extended duration.
When she finally came out, he is still gazing at her with a deep and apologetic look, asking, "Are you okay?"
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