Chapter 124 Diana, You Are My Painkiller
"Seriously, you hit me?" David wasn't the type to back down. When Edward took a swing at him, David wasn't about to let it slide and immediately threw a punch. Even though Edward was taller and more built, he had just hurt his waist and stomach. David's punch sent him crashing to the ground in pain.
But that punch only fired up Edward's competitive side. Despite the intense pain in his waist, he clutched it with both hands and struggled to get up. Catching David off guard, he used all his strength to kick David in the stomach. The sudden kick made David stumble back a couple of steps before he could steady himself.
He wobbled, a mix of surprise and pain on his face. But Edward, having used too much force, fell to the ground again, looking pretty pathetic. Seeing Edward down, David charged at him like an angry lion, pinning him down. He grabbed Edward's collar with one hand and raised his other fist, ready to strike again.
"Enough, stop fighting!" I was freaking out and rushed forward to pull David away. For some reason, even though I couldn't stand Edward, seeing David about to hit him made me uneasy. I didn't feel sorry for Edward, but something inside me told me to stop the fight. David's eyes were blazing with anger, but when he saw me holding his arm tightly, his anger turned into a mix of sadness and disappointment, like he was questioning why I was stopping him.
"Diana, why? Have you forgotten how he treated you? Why are you stopping me?" David's voice was low and shaky, almost like he was about to cry. He was still straddling Edward, looking at me with confusion and anger, but he slowly lowered his hand.
Edward lay on the ground, gasping for breath, his chest heaving, looking exhausted and helpless.
I spoke coldly, "How he treated me is between us. It's none of your business. He's hurt, and I need to take him back to the hospital."
Hearing this, David slowly stood up, his face full of disappointment. He shook his head helplessly and said to me, "You're blinded by love, there's no saving you!" His movements were slow, still caught up in the anger and confusion from earlier.
David turned to Wren and said, "Wren, Mrs. Howard hasn't had breakfast yet. Pack her portion." His tone had a hint of defiance and unwillingness.
Wren quickly complied, hurrying to take my plate back to the kitchen to pack it, her steps a bit rushed.
"No need." Edward, with my help, slowly stood up and called towards the kitchen, his voice weak but firm.
"Wren, throw it out! Feed it to the dogs!" David was almost jumping with rage.
Wren, who had just reached the kitchen door, turned back with the plate, reluctantly heading towards the yard. Before she even stepped out, she started muttering, "Ungrateful."
Then she called out, "Max, Bailey, come for a treat." Wren's tone was full of dissatisfaction and complaint, her steps carrying a hint of resentment.
The two shepherd dogs tied in the corner of the yard barked happily at Wren's call, stretching their necks. This scene made me feel like Wren was implying I was worse than a dog. Strangely, I wasn't angry; instead, I kind of got it. Dealing with a moody guy like David took more than just cleaning. She needed emotional support too. No wonder David never complained, even when Wren didn't feed him and made him carry plates. With someone who understood him like Wren, what more could he ask for?
"You can go now." David slowly unclenched his fists, a fleeting look of loneliness crossing his face. He made a slight gesture towards the door, the movement stiff, seemingly reluctant.
As I helped Edward to the door, the two shepherd dogs had just finished their food. They stood up straight, barking like crazy at us, their eyes wide, showing sharp teeth, as if they were about to break free and pounce on us.
I instinctively tightened my grip on Edward's arm, my body trembling slightly, feeling scared but trying to stay calm. I carefully moved my steps, eyes fixed on the two frenzied dogs, afraid they might really break free. Finally, I managed to help Edward into the SUV.
The driver, seeing Edward swaying and almost unable to walk on his own, looked worried and asked me softly, "Mrs. Howard, what happened to Mr. Howard?"
I was upset and didn't want to explain too much, so I briefly said, "Just take him back to the hospital first!"
Edward suddenly gripped my hand tightly, the strength conveying his determination. He urgently said, "Diana, I don't want to go back to the hospital."
I was a bit anxious, my voice unconsciously rising, "Can't you see he's in pain? Take him to the hospital."
The driver looked at Edward helplessly, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something, but he ultimately remained silent, turned around, and started the car.
"Diana, I'm in pain. You're my painkiller. Can you help me?" Edward, who had been leaning weakly on my shoulder, suddenly straightened up, his movements stiff as if trying to overcome the pain. He then slowly moved his face towards mine, his eyes filled with longing and urgency, and began to kiss me.
His lips first lightly touched my cheek, like a feather brushing, with a hint of caution. I was caught off guard by this sudden action, instantly stunned, my eyes wide open, momentarily forgetting to react.
Seeing no resistance from me, Edward gradually became more indulgent. He slightly tilted his head, his lips moving towards mine, gently covering them. His breath became rapid and warm, spraying on my face. I could feel his longing and pain intertwined in the kiss.
It took me a while to come to my senses, and I instinctively wanted to push Edward away, my hands pressing against his chest, trying to push him off.
Edward's hand firmly held my shoulder, applying slight pressure, making it hard for me to break free. He whispered in my ear, "Diana, I'm in pain."
Then he eagerly deepened the kiss. His tongue tried to pry open my teeth, but I kept my lips tightly closed, my mind in turmoil. I didn't know how to respond, whether to accept or reject. My mind went blank, and I just sat there stiffly, letting him do as he pleased.
As Edward continued kissing, my mind gradually cleared from the chaos. Scenes from last night flooded my mind. I remembered crying to Daisy and Lila about Edward wanting to have a baby with Aria. They were furious, one waving her arms angrily, saying she would expose them, and the other clenching her fists, gritting her teeth, saying she would sue them.
I also remembered David carrying me home when I was drunk and weak, wiping my tears and snot on him uncontrollably. Wren was anxiously helping, and I even threw up all over myself. Wren patiently helped me change clothes and carefully wiped my body. But Edward said I made Hayden so angry he ended up in the hospital. What was that about? I couldn't remember for the moment.
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