Chapter 52 Is there Milk

The nanny went upstairs to collect the medicine bowl. When the narrow door was opened, Maggie let out a soft moan, a mix of pain and pleasure.
Her bright nipples were being sucked by Harold, his teeth biting into the flesh and reaching the bones. The thin straps were hanging on her arm, and his soft tongue was licking her like a cream cake.
His hand moved from her thighs to knead her buttocks, and then touched her tailbone.
He didn't touch the bleeding down there, but his body was engulfed in a nameless desire, and he didn't make it easy for her either. He eagerly attacked her chest, leaving bite marks all over the breast.
Harold's prominent Adam's apple rolled as he played with the taste on the tip of his tongue. "Is there milk? I want to drink milk."
Maggie blushed, her eyes burning hot, losing all resistance. She held onto his collar, clinging to him like seaweed. Harold changed into his home clothes, a dim wine red color, which complemented his wheat-colored skin and added a wild charm.
He couldn't contain the swelling erection between his legs, as hard as iron, pressing against her thighs, ready to burst with heat.
He was throbbing with pain, his fingertips outlining the contour of Maggie's lips, smooth and soft.
Unlike his dry lips, his voice was hoarse with thick desire. "I'll go sleep in the next room."
Maggie knew he couldn't bear it, that they couldn't be close, so she intensified the fire. She held his chin and kissed his stubble inch by inch, his young and plump skin turning red and looking clean and delicate.
"Don't go, I want to sleep with you."
Harold's temples pulsed with veins, "You're killing me."
The nanny quietly closed the door.
The next morning, Harold left early, with a hot breakfast on the table. There were steamed mushroom dumplings, radish cakes, most of them bought.
Maggie only noticed that there were two fried eggs, which were made by him. They looked ordinary, hastily made and not skillful.
She only ate the fried eggs.
The TV station was lively today, with officials from the Municipal Radio and Television Bureau visiting the television exhibition hall. The manager attached great importance to it.
The TV station staff wore formal attire, while he dressed humbly, wearing a bright red tie that didn't match.
The more formal the occasion, as the voice of the people and the mirror of the government, the more outstanding the news department was.
This atmosphere was serious, with cameras following the entire process, different from the entertainment center. A crew from a local lifestyle program came, and the actors were kind and friendly, preparing gifts for each staff member.
Neither side of Maggie was involved; she went to Washington D.C. Hospital.
Rob was in the intensive care unit, and as she expected, he had been surrounded by various news media in the past few days, but now they had dispersed.
When she entered, she noticed a news van parked at the hospital entrance with the city TV station's logo on it. They had arrived before her.
As she passed by the intensive care unit, a fellow nurse said, "Dan has such an impressive temperament, he's no less than a celebrity."
Another nurse couldn't hide her excitement, "I don't even have the courage to make eye contact with him."
"It's a pity he's married."
"No, he was divorced long ago, living apart from his ex-wife..."
Maggie blinked and leaned over the glass window, peering inside.
In the hospital room, there was Rob,and his little sister paralyzed in bed, oblivious to everything.
There was a man whom she couldn't help but glance at.
He was Dan, the best male host in the city, younger than thirty, with a refined and elegant demeanor. He wore a pearl white velvet shirt, white trousers, and white leather shoes. His skin was smoother than a woman's, and his temperament was rare.
Maggie had a good memory. She remembered meeting Dan once during the real estate awards ceremony and party in Washington D.C. at the beginning of the year.
She and three other hosts were hosting the opening banquet of the event.
Dan was hosting the closing ceremony alone.
Her gown was torn by a passing food cart. Her colleagues gathered together, forgetting to save her a seat. Helpless, Maggie squeezed into the front row and found an empty seat to enjoy the program.
The seat she occupied was Dan's. When she realized this, she got up, blushing, and offered him her seat.
Dan was a true gentleman and waved his hand, saying it was all right, that he could stand and stretch.
The reputation and fame of the best male host in the city were loud in the hosting industry. Dan had won the coveted "Golden Microphone" award that everyone dreamed of.
While working as a war journalist in Manila, he got into a conflict with local militants and was severely injured while trying to save a cameraman accompanying him.
She knocked on the door, "Rob, has your sister's condition improved?"
Dan heard the voice and turned his head to scrutinize her. At the moment, there was some tension between him and Rob, who was worried about his sister's health and safety and was not willing to be interviewed.
"Mrs. Green." Rob, with a lifeless and cracked face, showed surprise, "I thought you wouldn't come."
"The TV is busy, but whenever I have time, I come by."
She put down a heavy fruit basket, and while she was at it, she took out an envelope containing ten thousand dollars, which was a donation from the TV. Maggie contributed the most.
She had a keen and delicate mind, able to notice what others didn't and put effort into it, "This is for your sister. Hospitalization and medication require money."
Rob wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye, "Mrs. Green, you've helped me a lot, there's no need for this..."
"Let's deal with matters separately." Maggie sat down and started peeling an apple. "How is your sister?"
"It's not good. The illness has dragged on for too long, and she's in a comatose state more often than awake..." Rob's eyes revealed a sinister and hateful look, "Dominic deserves to die a thousand deaths. My sister, at such a young age, married him, only to be tortured and reduced to an inhuman state."
The woman lying in the hospital bed, unconscious and swollen, her appearance indistinguishable, suffered from the aftermath of infected leg sores. Bruises covered her body.
With just one glance, Maggie could imagine the cruel treatment she had endured.